˖⋆࿐໋₊ ،، :᯽ : #𝐃𝐌𝐂𝐑𝐏 ( 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐗 ) 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒

"Mornin'."

" . . I must be seein' things."

Pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, he lets out a heafty sign. "I gotta lay off the hooch."

"That's my girl . . " Any man worth his salt will always make time to care for his mount. Arthur, being no exception to this rule, has taken a moment to pamper his loyal steed. After all, how could he ask her to do well for him if he couldn't even be bothered to brush her?

"Lotta strange folk 'round here. I'd think I was dreamin', but I done pinched myself thrice already."

"Appaloosa, huh? Had a couple of them. Good animals, and not too bad to look at either. So what're you, some kinda errand boy? Or do you just make a habit outta borrowin' people's horses."

Plucking the hat from his head, a worn, calloused hand runs over his forehead and through chestnut locks. "Been a day . . I should find someplace to hold up for the night. Get a drink. Maybe two."

Prying eyes couldn't help but to be taken note of. Donning his hat once more, he spoke out to the woman in thick, southern drawl. " . . Can I help you, ma'am?"

Not the most comfortable place for a nap. But, it'll do . .

Her question prompted a confused look from the outlaw, brows knitting together in tandem with a squint. "Halloween? I ain't quite sure I catch your meanin'." He'd say, his tone just about as addled as his face.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏤𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒔, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ⠀

Noting the movement of his hat, the groggy outlaw would lift his head. He blinked, surprised to see such a pretty face greeting him. "Oh, well I . . just sorta landed here, I suppose." A man of little words naturally, only emboldened by this strange wake-up he'd received.