Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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"You sure he'll be here, Marston?" Jenny asked impatiently, leaning up against a post as she cleaned one of her Schofields. The repetitive motion of the rag over the cool, black metal was soothing in a way, as was the sweet, chemical smell of the gun oil it was soaked in.
"He better be. Said he'd meet me here," John said hopefully, eyes scanning the auction yard for any sight at all of Arthur Morgan. Apparently, he had a lead on some sheep that could be rustled rather easily, but if Arthur didn't get a move on, they'd miss their window. They were nearly late as it was.
"What did you tell him?" Jenny asked. "Feller's had a lot going on lately, between seeing those two Pinks the other day and helping me break Micah out of jail and convincing him to come back to the gang."
"I wish you'd left him in that cell to rot," John admitted, shaking his head. "I didn't miss that son of a bitch in the slightest. Now that he's back, I saw him sniffing around after Abigail the other day. Made me angrier than a horse with a hornet stuck under its saddle."
Jenny raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't care about Abigail or her love life anymore."
"I don't!" John protested. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. "It's just Micah I can't stand."
"Alright then," Jenny said. "If you truly don't care about her anymore, take me over to a room in the saloon and fuck me. Lord knows I could use it, and you clearly could, too." She wasn't entirely joking. There were less attractive men than John out there, and she'd fucked Micah, hadn't she? She wasn't interested in John in the romantic sense in the slightest, but a good romp might do them both some good in terms of stress relief.
"Very funny," John growled under his breath as he took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket and drew out two. He handed one to Jenny as she put her gun away, and he offered her a light from the same burning match he'd used to light his own smoke.
"I'm slightly serious you know," Jenny confirmed after they'd stood there smoking for a while. "I haven't fucked anyone since I fucked Micah back in Blackwater, and I'm sick of this dry spell. A woman has needs, same as a man."
John raised an eyebrow. "What possessed you to sleep with a piece of shit like that?"
She shrugged. "Jealousy mostly. Davey had told me Mac was with a prostitute in town, and I picked Micah to fuck because I thought he would make Mac the most jealous when he got back. Now, Micah won't shut up about it. The sex wasn't entirely terrible, but after he got my horse killed and after talking with Sadie a bit about what he was going to do to her when he found her, I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole."
"Sadie?"
"Mrs. Adler," Jenny corrected. "Sadie's her first name. She and I talk quite a bit these days. She's actually a decent woman under all that grief."
"I guess I can understand that," said John. He blew a smoke ring and sighed. "And to tell you the truth, me and Abigail are complicated for a variety of reasons, same as you and Mac were. I both love and detest the woman at the same time." He sighed. "Maybe I do need a good fuck. It starts to make my head hurt if I think about her too much."
