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Cowboy

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  1. (Heya'll... Ive made it back in one piece, but it apears Im alil late... but its never too late. As Brian said, its is NOT over, but a breather looks like a good idea while we work on our bail. Ah yes... my bail.. speakin of, am I allowed to get alil help with this? I mean I need to know what folks look like. Im familiar with some but others I need some reference. Would that be ok? ~Chet & Dee)
  2. (Hey folks, Ive only got a few moments so I gotta make this quick. I am afraid that my internet has been disconnected for a short time due to a technical error. But dont fear, the calvary is on the way... I'll be back up and running on March 16th. Sorry that I wont beable to catch up and reply to this until then... I want to so badly. I'll be back soon. Carry on without me, or wait, its your call.) (~Chet & Dee)
  3. *Rendered unconscious from the tranqulizer dart, doesnt move at the rub of Brians toe against my side. Lays in a heap, still except for the steady rise and fall of my sides as I breath. The drop of blood on my brow has spread down my temple and is drying in its decent.*
  4. *Lays sprawled at the bottom of the steps on the side walk, unconscious. A drop of blood runs from my brow from the fall down the concrete steps. My sides rise and fall quickly with heavy breathes even in unconsciousness.*
  5. *Jams and turns the spur in the lock, fighting it with every ounce of my might. Rattles it and grinds it in the key hole. After only afew moments, to my relief the lock either breaks or releases. Yanks the cell door open and hits the stairs at a run. Pauses in the booking room to dig through the draws for my belongings, stuffing them into my pockets and grabbing my coat. Runs down the hall and out the main doors, hell bent.*
  6. LET ME OUT OF HERE DAMNIT! *Snaps loudly. Suspecting that there will be no reply, sits down quickly and unbuckles the spur on my left boot and yanks it off. Snakes my arms between the bars and works the spurs rowel and shank into the lock roughly.*
  7. *Lets go of the bars my hands tremble, shaking as I make tight fists out of them.* I never wish to see or hear from Garrett again... *Venom in my ton, makes no eye contact now turning away.* ... he is NO brother of mine, I have no brothers.. I have no sisters. But he is a human life...Blaze is a horse and no horse's life is worth any mans. *Swallows hard and sits down with my back against the wall, lowers my head in my hands. I have just sentenced my very best friend to death, Blaze, innocent and young, he will pay for what I have done.*
  8. *Swallows hard a second after my options are given, tries not to show any expression at all, but my face pals. Grasps the bars with my hand cuffed hands and lowers my eyes feeling my heart clench.* And if I dont choose? Ya gonna kill me?
  9. *Takes a few deep breathes, letting them out, calming myself. Moves forward getting closer to the bars, but still out of arms reach, calmer now that I have a grasp on my temper. Keeps perfect eye contact with Brian.* Im listening.
  10. *Speaks through my own gritted teeth.* Ya had to take my horse didnt ya? I'd have not given her any trouble at all... but you just HAD to go to the heart of me. *Words growled.*
  11. *Hears the boots long before I see anyone, they are clearly not the deputys boots or anyone of the female race. The steps are too heavy, too long and sharp. Slows my pacing in the cell and turns to face the stairs, eyes widening at the appearance of the former Lord of the Outlaws. Backs up to the back of the cell, eyes intent on the black clad man, watching his every move, studying him. Presses my lips, brow furrowing instantly, eyes a narrow slit of anger. Bares my teeth in snarl, but says nothing.*
  12. *In the middest of getting on my feet, still alittle groggy from the tranqulizer. I errect myself and rubs my temple against the throbbing headache and start to move around the cell to work off the remains of the drug. In just a few moments Im pacing fluently.*
  13. *The bright sunshine hits my closed eye lids, beating through the bars of the ground level window of Hazzard jail. Squints my eyes hard against the bright light, even through my eye lids its brutal. My head pounds like taken a ride on an old bronc whos only interest is stiff legging ya outta the saddle. Groans and brings my hands up to cover my face only to wack myself with the hand cuffs and curse. Curls up putting my head against my arms, my stomach gurgles like the sea in hunger.* (Thanks a bunch Alex for the time laps.)
  14. *Lays unconscious now, the drugs became too much for my body and I have passed out. Laying slumped on my side with both arms strait out in front of me and still cuffed together at the wrist. *
  15. *Shakes my head slightly in a "no" reply and lays quiet with my eyes closed, theres nothing anyone can do. Brian has my horse and only MaryAnne can bring this thing to a happy ending without blood shed, if it is not too late already.*
  16. No... *Starts to try to move again, but its still futile, the drugs are strong and will be in my system many more hours.*...stolen. *Closes my eyes and lays my head down with a deep frown, although my mind is foggy I know that I may never see my friend again.*
  17. *Blinks slowly and tries to gather my thoughts and my mind in all the fog from the sedative. I want to talk and react to BL, but its so hard to collect enough of my thoughts to do so, only one thing stands out in my mind right now.* Blaze... Blaze... *Licks my dry lips and tightens my brow and groans.* Blaze... gone. *Sighs heavily relaxing my body, still defeated by the drug.*
  18. *Tries to move at BL's touch, twitching and flopping alittle like a fish out of water. Breathes heavily from my efforts. My hand cuffed wrists are laced with dried blood and scabbing now that I have discontinued constantly yanking on them. The tranqulizer dart that MaryAnne shot me with and I yanked out of my leg lays nearby me on the floor, the cause of my current condition.*
  19. *Conscious although heavily sedated I hear BL and try to move to get up, my spurs scrape the floor as I am able to move my feet alittle. My arms curl around to my sides and I try heard to turn my heavy head up. Breathes deeply and blinks slowly creasing my brow at BL but not saying anything, my mind is so foggy.*
  20. *Lays my head down on the cold floor, the tranque isnt enough to knock me unconscious, but it renders me. I give up, I can not battle this fight, I may never again see my horse, my friend. I let Red down, he trusted me and I got him killed, now Blaze, his only heir will be gone too. Skints my eyes then blinks them fighting tears.*
  21. *Flinches hard when the gun goes off completely expecting to be shot by a regular bullet. I gasp and hiss when the dart sticks into my leg and I grab for it and yank it out, but I know Ive been infected. The traqulizer engolfs my system in seconds and I stagger and fight its fingers wrapping aorund me. But its no use, I pull the blanket from whats left of the cot as I go down to my knees and sink to my side. Pants hard against the feeling of the drug taking over, even thrashing against the floor, my boots and spurs scrapping. Then almost as sudden as my wrath began it ends, I lay trembling on my side, blood dripping from my wrists, panting.*
  22. *Freezes like a wolf in the cross hairs, mouth ajar in a heavy pant, teeth bared. See the gun and my brow tightens furrowing deep, mismatched eyes glazed over in a glint of furry.* Go on! Shoot me! A excolent way to ensure your damn cousins saftey! *Snarls, thinking its a regular gun.* (Dangit... just dangit... *holds onto the cliff tightly until tomarrow*)
  23. *Throws anything and everything at the bars when I hear polished police issued shoes coming down the stairs. I know that sound well enough but I have no idea what she has instore. But what I have in store is to be sure she sees my wrath. I continue throwing things agains the iron bars. The blood flows down my forearms now, I have my sleeved pushed up to my elbows and it soaks the ends of them.*
  24. *Begins tear apart my cell again, ripping into anything and everything possible. Im locked in, caged up, my best friend is missing, stolen and I have no idea where he is. The dread and pain of loosing my colts sire Red returns, afraid I will too loose my colt. My wrists bleed now from the thrashing and yanking, but I dont care. Returns to the cell door with the hand twisted metal to try to unlock it again, but my hands tremble and the metal just is not the tool I need to get out of here. Throws the metal and continues my wrath upon the contents of the cell.*
  25. *Curses and throws things in the cell utterly pissed off. Paces the cell almost running in circles, starts tearing into things again trying to find something to unlock my cell with. Worked some small pieces of wire like metal off the cot and bends it and works it until I think it might work. Leans against the bars and works the piece of bent metal into the lock patiently trying to find the right angle.* (I have to take a brief break and feed my horse be back in about 35-40 minutes.)
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