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OOM : Lincoln, New Mexico
Stepping through Milliways' front door and back into the pit was an exit from the bar he'd never had before -- a painful one.
He felt something in his head swirl and tripped over something in the darkness, and when he landed on his hands and knees, his hands were again in irons, the metal cuffs digging into his wrists.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A hammer hitting nails into solid wood. He looked up at the torches burning above and at the gallows that have come into form the past few days. He's grateful for the fact that he ate and he's not hungry, but the feeling is a hollow one as he stands there and stares up at the night sky above.
The stars seem farther away than they've ever seemed before.
"Best get your beauty sleep, Regulator," comes the calling taunt from above. "They'll be coming to hang you in the morning. They've got the whole town anticipatin' it. You and that greaseback indian friend of yours, center stage."
Doc narrows his eyes and then retreats to the far wall of the pit, sinking down with his back to the wall, eyeing the cuffs on his wrists and wondering just what he was thinking coming back here. He never got to talk to Billy. Never got to tell him that he needed the Kid to come and bust him out of here.
Tomorrow...
His eyes darted up to the stars again, and he stared for a long moment.
Tomorrow.
Whatever would happen...would happen tomorrow.
He felt something in his head swirl and tripped over something in the darkness, and when he landed on his hands and knees, his hands were again in irons, the metal cuffs digging into his wrists.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A hammer hitting nails into solid wood. He looked up at the torches burning above and at the gallows that have come into form the past few days. He's grateful for the fact that he ate and he's not hungry, but the feeling is a hollow one as he stands there and stares up at the night sky above.
The stars seem farther away than they've ever seemed before.
"Best get your beauty sleep, Regulator," comes the calling taunt from above. "They'll be coming to hang you in the morning. They've got the whole town anticipatin' it. You and that greaseback indian friend of yours, center stage."
Doc narrows his eyes and then retreats to the far wall of the pit, sinking down with his back to the wall, eyeing the cuffs on his wrists and wondering just what he was thinking coming back here. He never got to talk to Billy. Never got to tell him that he needed the Kid to come and bust him out of here.
Tomorrow...
His eyes darted up to the stars again, and he stared for a long moment.
Tomorrow.
Whatever would happen...would happen tomorrow.