[ Faraday hears the murmur of voices, though the exact shape of the words is lost behind the stable’s walls. Suppose it would logically follow that a clean escape would be out of the cards; just his luck, tonight. He curses quietly, adjusting one last strap, and gives Jack a fond little pat on his nose, a quick glare that says, Behave, before leading him out of the building by his reins.
They slip past the dozing stable hand in his stall, out into the crisp night air – just in time to spot the vague shape of three men near a tree, accosting a fourth man. Marston, if Faraday had to guess, and caught up as the four of them are in their quarrel, they don’t seem to notice Faraday’s approach.
He grins at the tail end of the barb Marston flings at them, winces when the man earns a fist to the face for his troubles, and moves when he sees that familiar glint of silver, of metal catching what sparse light there is.
A shot splits the air, knocks the gun from the man’s hand as he takes aim – likely dislocating a few fingers or breaking the poor sap’s wrist in the process, but that hardly matters to Faraday. Faraday’s second gun comes to bear on the two men standing behind the first, and Faraday smiles, something dark and dangerous. ]
Now, now, gentleman. Do we got ourselves a problem, here?
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They slip past the dozing stable hand in his stall, out into the crisp night air – just in time to spot the vague shape of three men near a tree, accosting a fourth man. Marston, if Faraday had to guess, and caught up as the four of them are in their quarrel, they don’t seem to notice Faraday’s approach.
He grins at the tail end of the barb Marston flings at them, winces when the man earns a fist to the face for his troubles, and moves when he sees that familiar glint of silver, of metal catching what sparse light there is.
A shot splits the air, knocks the gun from the man’s hand as he takes aim – likely dislocating a few fingers or breaking the poor sap’s wrist in the process, but that hardly matters to Faraday. Faraday’s second gun comes to bear on the two men standing behind the first, and Faraday smiles, something dark and dangerous. ]
Now, now, gentleman. Do we got ourselves a problem, here?