To be Yours

Damned O'Driscolls

It had been nearing three days after the job went awry in Rhodes saloon. It had been an awkward subject to talk about. Micah had tried to put the blame on her multiple times, claiming the first 'official job' she had been on had gone so wrong; so she must have had to set it up.

When he brought this up Ranza just about had a heart attack when Dutch seemed to think about his comment. Though he simply shooed the two off, Ranza was still uncomfortable about the interaction.

Unfortunately for her; Javier was out at the moment. Him, John, and Arthur had left to go steal some horses. So she was left to do whatever in her own time.

She was sitting on a log near the edge of the lake, sewing a shirt back up boredly. A throat being cleared startled her out of the focused trance she was in.

Ranza craned her head around to look back. She swallowed softly meeting gaze with Sadie, immediately straightening back forward. The actions of her fingers stopped as she sat rigidly in nervousness.

"So. You doing anything?" The blonde asked coolly. Ranza shrugged. "No... not specifically." She murmured, and looked back up at her in a questioning fashion. "Why?"

Sadie shrugged. "Thinking you 'n I could go out and do something... go find an O'Driscoll camp..." She suggested, and glint behind her eyes Ranza didn't quite like.

Dear god... she was going to die, wasn't she? This was going to be the end, wasn't it? Javier was going to lose his lover, wasn't he?

"Ya hear me?" The blonde asked after a minute. Ranza snapped her head to look back up at the woman, not realizing she spaced off into her own mind. "Uh- sure..."

The woman cracked a smile, or grin... she couldn't tell.

"Alright then, let's go."

"N-now?" Ranza muttered, taken aback slightly. Sadie puffed. "Yeah, got other plans. Figured since your lover boy was out; you wouldn't have plans." Sadie shrugged.

Ranza hesitated for a second. "Well no... guess not." She agreed quietly, Sadie nodded her head. "Thought so, now, cmon." She beckoned.

Following the blonde over the horses, the two women checked their tack, before mounting up. Sadie quickly turned her horse, and spurred it out of camp.

The spanish woman followed quickly behind, staying a few strides in tow of the colleague in front of her. "So... where is this camp at?" Ranza asked a few minutes later, breaking the tense silence between the two.

"Not far." Sadie replied, not saying anymore. They turned onto a different road, passing multiple people along the way. Neither of them saying anymore during the ride.

Not fifteen or so minutes later Sadie reined her horse in, coming to a stop in front of a line of trees. Ranza coming in next, doing the same and waited for whatever Sadie was going to do.

Sadie slid down off her horse, grabbing the rifle off her gun. Ranza did the same, grabbing her own repeater. "They're right through these trees here. Heard a few idiots in town talking about a job they scored. Never heard a bunch so dull." She mused quietly.

Ranza nodded, pursing her lips a bit. The two women hunched a bit as they walked lightly through the trees. A few tents came into few through a gap in the woods, Sadie slid behind a rock and put a finger up to her lips.