Grumpy Old Men

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Bobo Del Ray

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

He was out. He was finally out. Words could not describe his joy when his feet landed on the ground. When he was out of that . . . place. He found whatever lake he could to quickly wash up . . . and to figure out what the hell as going on. After washing his face, he heard footsteps nearby. Yes. He was on edge. More than ever. Being locked way for . . . well, over a hundred years, would do that to a person. Deciding to follow the noise, he moved quietly, remaining unseen. How the world had changed and yet . . . he didn't even know the half of it.

He was still out of town, in the outskirts but Doc had to have some idea of what was going on before he ventured there. The trail had led him to a few people. One of which looked familiar. Very familiar. Deciding to take his chances, Doc stepped out of concealment, both guns pointing forward as his eyes scanned through the others, resting on what appeared to be the man in charge. "Well, well. What do we have here?" Why did the man in the fur coat look so familiar to him; a recognition that grew as Doc stepped closer, but still far enough from them so to keep a bit of distance.

[Bobo Del Ray]

Bobo del Ray

tell the wolves i'm home

Bobo was looking at the next dig site while talking to Fish. He hated Fish. So weak. So eager to pleeeaaassse. Fish was fun. He liked Fish. Stupid Fish. The others were walking around to look at some points to see what they would need. He hated going to that fucking money leader but the Revenant wanted out as much as he did. Making deals was what he was good at, and for the moment had power over the others. Something he wasn't about to loose.

Hearing a voice, Bobo lazyly turned to see a--FUCK! Not much caught him by surprise, but this did. How had the little shit got out of the damn well? Bobo tiled his head, and then grinned. The grin turned turned into a chuckle as he realized that the old timer could be here to kill him. Finally, something fun to do. Robert would have pissed his jeans, but Bobo had been south of the boarder one too many times. He didn't fear a man who had no power to kill him. "Well look who is is." His voice was low, but loud enough to be heard. Bobo walked closer, not caring about the guns. Why care when you could deflect the bullets. "John HENrreeyyy Holliday."

Walking even closer, Bobo came to stand so he could was on his side facing 'Doc'. He touched his clothes and pretended to brush off some dirt. "You look pale."

: Doc Holliday :

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