[ As Faraday brings the horses around, Jack starts tugging, resisting the lead. Colonel is a little easier to handle, though fidgety, and Faraday leaves him to use both hands to grab hold of Jack’s reins, trying to keep the horse from bucking and bolting.
It takes less than second to recognize the horse isn’t spooked but angry, alert, and he starts throwing his head. Each yank on the reins drags Faraday with him toward the barn, as if the horse is trying to lead him back indoors. ]
The hell—?
[ He hears Alec curse, glances up in time to watch Alec’s spell vanish. That feeling rolls in like a fog, blocking off the dark flicker in his chest, and he presses his hand to his breastbone, the air punched out of him. This time, the sensation is stronger, walls away his ability so completely that Faraday can hardly find it. Fear crawls in after that, unfamiliar and cold, and only at Alec’s question does he manage to shake himself from his daze. ]
Looks like we’re runnin’ the old fashioned way.
[ Except the click of two hammers being cocked freezes Faraday in place when he moves to Jack’s flank. He turns slowly and sees a thin, grim-faced, oily-looking man aiming two revolvers at them. ]
No one’s goin’ nowhere, gentlemen, ‘cept with me back to town.
[ ... Shit.
Faraday grits his teeth, mind racing while he tries his best to appear calm. ]
Wyatt Garrison, I presume. [ Lightly, like greeting a new acquaintance. Faraday slowly lowers one hand, reaching for the pistol slung on his right hip. ] Listen, friend, I think there’s been a misunderstanding—
[ A gunshot pierces the quiet, and the bullet slams into the ground next to Faraday’s right boot, kicking up dirt. To his credit, Faraday only winces, though Jack neighs, reeling back and wrenching his reins. Faraday is forced to let the lead go before Jack yanks him onto his ass.
The bounty hunter pulls back the hammer again. ]
No funny business, Mr. Faraday. Just ‘cause I prefer takin’ you in alive don’t mean I need to.
[ Jack snorts as he backs away, tail lashing in the air as he stomps nervously in place. Faraday clicks his tongue at him, though he doesn’t keep his eyes off Wyatt, jerking his head to one side to signal the horse away. Jack seems to hesitate, seems to deliberate, but eventually he backs off further, giving them space.
Wyatt turns his attention to Alec next, sizing him up. ]
Reckon that makes you Mr. Brennan. Same warnin’ goes double for you.
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It takes less than second to recognize the horse isn’t spooked but angry, alert, and he starts throwing his head. Each yank on the reins drags Faraday with him toward the barn, as if the horse is trying to lead him back indoors. ]
The hell—?
[ He hears Alec curse, glances up in time to watch Alec’s spell vanish. That feeling rolls in like a fog, blocking off the dark flicker in his chest, and he presses his hand to his breastbone, the air punched out of him. This time, the sensation is stronger, walls away his ability so completely that Faraday can hardly find it. Fear crawls in after that, unfamiliar and cold, and only at Alec’s question does he manage to shake himself from his daze. ]
Looks like we’re runnin’ the old fashioned way.
[ Except the click of two hammers being cocked freezes Faraday in place when he moves to Jack’s flank. He turns slowly and sees a thin, grim-faced, oily-looking man aiming two revolvers at them. ]
No one’s goin’ nowhere, gentlemen, ‘cept with me back to town.
[ ... Shit.
Faraday grits his teeth, mind racing while he tries his best to appear calm. ]
Wyatt Garrison, I presume. [ Lightly, like greeting a new acquaintance. Faraday slowly lowers one hand, reaching for the pistol slung on his right hip. ] Listen, friend, I think there’s been a misunderstanding—
[ A gunshot pierces the quiet, and the bullet slams into the ground next to Faraday’s right boot, kicking up dirt. To his credit, Faraday only winces, though Jack neighs, reeling back and wrenching his reins. Faraday is forced to let the lead go before Jack yanks him onto his ass.
The bounty hunter pulls back the hammer again. ]
No funny business, Mr. Faraday. Just ‘cause I prefer takin’ you in alive don’t mean I need to.
[ Jack snorts as he backs away, tail lashing in the air as he stomps nervously in place. Faraday clicks his tongue at him, though he doesn’t keep his eyes off Wyatt, jerking his head to one side to signal the horse away. Jack seems to hesitate, seems to deliberate, but eventually he backs off further, giving them space.
Wyatt turns his attention to Alec next, sizing him up. ]
Reckon that makes you Mr. Brennan. Same warnin’ goes double for you.