Lahat ng Kabanata ng Searching the Wild Lovely West: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 27

Cold water droplets cascaded down her ivory breasts, pausing at the rosy buds before falling ever so delicately upon her thighs like how honey might drip down a slate of marble only to fall short of itself, becoming something that represented sweetness but tasted like stone; ripples echoed into the water that was losing its temperature every waking second.  Time had become nonexistent for Cassidy ever since she had sacrificed herself to rid the Earthly scum known as Silas, seconds become minutes, minutes were hours, and hours felt like days… But she had made a deal, one she had to stick with. She pondered about Mateo, hoping the young boy would forgive her since she vanished without a word, about Thomas and imagined how worried he probably was, about Ade and if he was safe on his new job, about drunken Wayne and if he was head deep in a barrel of beer, and

And arm candy, she was. After Cassody was shown around to the town's people, who only listened and admired her thanks to Silas' looming threat and waving pistol, she was finally relieved from her heeled boot covered feet as Silas pushed her down into one of the front row wooden chairs. It squeaked from age or the heavy pale pink fabric that clung to Cassidy much to her dismay, or perhaps it was both; she didn't care, in fact her thoughts were only trained on three things: her friends, the deal, and if the two would clash against each other.  She already knew the answer.  Dodge spent all day watching his goddess from afar, only pausing to get cleaned up and take a very unrestful nap when Mateo practically f

He froze as he saw her, dropping both saddle tact without a care, and rushed forward, falling on his knees to the side of the small bed, and took her pale hand; she was cold. Almost as cold as ice up north during winter and he was surprised her pale lips weren’t blue… Her face was calm unlike her usual sarcastic-don’t-give-a-care-in-the-world expression, blonde locks of beauty crowning her head, and those blue gems closed. What the hell- “Her side,” Mateo grunted out and it was just then Dodge looked down and saw her corset had been cut open, breasts on display, but Dodge didn’t pay any attention to them; instead he focused on the ever deepening crimson colored shirt that Mateo pressed into her side.  “Shit.” He spat.  

Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off of the cross made up of plain oak wood that was planted into the ground, fresh dirt piled and showed that death could come at anytime, that thought alone; he fisted his blood laced handkerchief that was housed in his pocket, ignoring the goosebumps that painted his skin.Being close to God had its ups and downs, not everyone could possibly understand and Thomas knew that everyone had their own beliefs, but… There were a few times he doubted God and had paid the price for it, though staring down to the fresh grave made those times zip past him.“Did ya know the poor bastard?” A familiar voice drew Thomas from his thoughts, yanking him back down to earth and he huffed a sigh as he turned around to face Ruby.Today, her hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her clothes the most modest Thomas had ever seen on her figure, surprising him, and she smiled knowingly before speaking.“Just ‘cuz I’m some whore don’t mean I gotta dress like one Tom,” She sn