Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

✽.✫☽ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 ☾✫.✽

(Edited and slight rewrite)
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{Listen while you read?~I recommend If I Were the Devil by Colby Acuff}

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𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐸𝒹𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓁𝒶𝓌 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒟𝒾𝓍𝒾𝑒 𝒢𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

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𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜

Dixie leaned against the worn-out bar, her drink now empty. As the train whistle echoed through the air, signaling its imminent arrival, she threw her head back, savoring the last drop. Placing her glass upside down, she left a few extra coins as a tip before making her way towards the exit.

Just as she stepped out of the Saloon, her path was abruptly interrupted by the shoulder of an unfamiliar man. Caught off guard, she stumbled slightly, her boots clattering on the wooden slabs of the porch that wrapped around the front of the Armadillo saloon. Adjusting her hat, which had been knocked askew by the collision, she shot a sharp glare over her shoulder at the man who was now approaching a drunken patron, the drunk man feeling up one of the working ladies the drunk was hollering

"Mr. Marston! Mr. Marston! Over here!"

Dixie descended the steps, pulling a cigarette from her pocket as she made her way towards the train station. A voice called out to her from the top deck, "Hey Dixie you ever gonna let me rock your world?!" attempting to flirt with her. She simply shook her head in disappointment, not bothering to turn around.

"Keep on dreaming, Mr. Huston!" she yelled back, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and dismissal.

Approaching the station, she entered the dusty building, only to be nearly knocked to the floor as someone threw themselves around her. It was Bonnie MacFarlane, a dear friend from the past. Dixie couldn't help but smile as Bonnie's embrace provided a momentary relief for her aching bones.

"Oh, Dixie, it's so good to see my friend again!" Bonnie exclaimed, her happiness evident in her voice. The two friends held onto each other tightly for a moment before finally separating. With a handshake to Amos, they all walked out of the station.