[ Faraday ain't a man who ever thought, after leaving his old life behind, that there was anything in the cards for him save a trot alongside the Devil Himself on his way to Hell when his time was done. He weren't the most righteous man before taking up alongside outlaws and bounty hunters and such, but it was better at the least. He thought maybe, maybe he might see one of his ladies again, but ---apparently such things weren't meant to be.
He thought he would surely be dead, but he ain't. And if he is then this is definitely Hell for all the pain he's in. He certainly ain't enough of a magic man to manage this sort of thing, but here he is, blue sky overhead, gunpowder and smoke clogging the air along with blood. Maybe he actually is still alive.
Oh, but then he's pretty sure he just heard Vasquez's voice, and that wrings a whole lot of complicated feelings out of his busted chest that he doesn't care to think too long or hard on. So, he's rethinking the fiery pit option of all this. Head turned, he wheezes into the dirt as the other man comes into his blurred vision, and half-shouts in pain at the pressure ---somewhere.
He tries to get some words out, what they are he isn't sure, but all he manages is a horribly raspy noise and his lips moving. Somebody in town must have heard the call, though, cause they are already on their way out with horses and a canvas to pull any wounded in easier. ]
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He thought he would surely be dead, but he ain't. And if he is then this is definitely Hell for all the pain he's in. He certainly ain't enough of a magic man to manage this sort of thing, but here he is, blue sky overhead, gunpowder and smoke clogging the air along with blood. Maybe he actually is still alive.
Oh, but then he's pretty sure he just heard Vasquez's voice, and that wrings a whole lot of complicated feelings out of his busted chest that he doesn't care to think too long or hard on. So, he's rethinking the fiery pit option of all this. Head turned, he wheezes into the dirt as the other man comes into his blurred vision, and half-shouts in pain at the pressure ---somewhere.
He tries to get some words out, what they are he isn't sure, but all he manages is a horribly raspy noise and his lips moving. Somebody in town must have heard the call, though, cause they are already on their way out with horses and a canvas to pull any wounded in easier. ]