Titles: 1) Honor 2) Waiting For Ya, Pard
The first is a follow-up but stand-alone from the previous one and stars Chris and Buck after Vin has passed away. The second is from an idea delphia2000 gave me and involves the death of Chris Larabee.
Honor
“He never let himself love. When he did, look what happened. It got him killed.” Bitterness made every word sound like a bullet.
“Loving you didn’t kill him, Chris.” Buck forced the grieving man to look into his eyes. “Now, you can gnash your teeth or wail or get drunk or you can honor him. You know, maybe he didn’t have a long life, but he sure as hell lived every single moment of the life God gave him.”
“What good is that when we’ve lost him?”
“We can catch the sons of bitches who set us up.”
“Let’s ride.”
Waiting For Ya, Pard
Not knowing which wound to focus on, Vin suddenly realized it wouldn’t matter a damn. Nothing was going to fix this. Not Nathan. Not a hundred doctors. “Don’t do this, Larabee. You made a promise to go to Tascosa with me.”
“Looks like I won’t be making it there.“ Chris managed a small smile, almost a grimace. “When you join me, bring whiskey.”
Vin grinned. “Will if it won’t piss off the wife. They‘re waiting for ya pard. Let go.”
“Take care of the boys, Vin.”
“No need to ask.”
“Reckon I better go now. Can see them.”
“Go on.”
The first is a follow-up but stand-alone from the previous one and stars Chris and Buck after Vin has passed away. The second is from an idea delphia2000 gave me and involves the death of Chris Larabee.
Honor
“He never let himself love. When he did, look what happened. It got him killed.” Bitterness made every word sound like a bullet.
“Loving you didn’t kill him, Chris.” Buck forced the grieving man to look into his eyes. “Now, you can gnash your teeth or wail or get drunk or you can honor him. You know, maybe he didn’t have a long life, but he sure as hell lived every single moment of the life God gave him.”
“What good is that when we’ve lost him?”
“We can catch the sons of bitches who set us up.”
“Let’s ride.”
Waiting For Ya, Pard
Not knowing which wound to focus on, Vin suddenly realized it wouldn’t matter a damn. Nothing was going to fix this. Not Nathan. Not a hundred doctors. “Don’t do this, Larabee. You made a promise to go to Tascosa with me.”
“Looks like I won’t be making it there.“ Chris managed a small smile, almost a grimace. “When you join me, bring whiskey.”
Vin grinned. “Will if it won’t piss off the wife. They‘re waiting for ya pard. Let go.”
“Take care of the boys, Vin.”
“No need to ask.”
“Reckon I better go now. Can see them.”
“Go on.”