July 22nd, 1899
Waking up that morning was one of the best mornings Danny and Mary-Beth ever had. Not only did they wake up without any arguments unfolding, but they also woke up at their own time, in their own room without anybody there to discourage them and force them to labour themselves before they could get breakfast in.
This time, Danny and Mary-Beth had much less to worry about.
"What time is it?" Mary-Beth groaned as she stretched and relaxed.
Danny checked the clock in their room, which only read that it was not even twenty past six.
"Early. I'm feeling hungry so I'm gonna go grab us some breakfast, okay?"
The brunette hummed and repositioned herself on her front while Danny changed before he exited the room to fetch some breakfast.
At the bottom of the stairs was a group of four men; one had a cello held up by a strap hung over his shoulder while another played a banjo, and the two in between were singing and slapping a hollow tambourine on his thigh with the other holding a guitar in his hands.
'Well I pray, everyday:
That the good Lord will keep me safe.
And I try to hide, all this fear built in my spine;
Killing men today so I can see your pretty face;
Until I arrive in your arms.'
While the musicians played an interesting piece, Danny approached the bartender and ordered some oatmeal for himself.
As he waited for his food, he noticed how the saloon was already occupied with at least a dozen patrons there to have an early start to their day by drinking, eating, playing poker or fucking women of leisure.
'I know know what you're doing,
Fighting in this silly war.
You're not a Yankee, love,
Nor a grey-back confederate
Trying to keep the slaves abooooaarrrd.
'You are just a simple man.
Trying to do these things the best you can.
Now it's time to come on home.
I've got a baby in the oven that needs a dad before she gets ooooolld.
'Well I pray, everyday:
That the good Lord will keep me safe.
And I try to hide, all this fear built in my spine;
Killing men today so I can see your pretty face;
Until I arrive in your arms.'
'Well I don't know what I'm doing,
Fighting in this stupid war!
I'm not a Yankee or a grey-back anymore!
I've killed so many men just to kill so many more!
Just want to see my baby before I die, in this shit stooooorrrm!
'Well I pray, everyday:
That the good Lord will keep me safe.
And I try to hide, all this fear built in my spine;
Killing men today so I can see your pretty face;
Until I arrive in your arms.'
'Well I pray, everyday:
That the good Lord will keep me safe.
And I try to hide, all this fear built in my spine;
Killing men today so I can see your pretty face;
Until I arrive in your arms.'
Danny missed the bartender calling out to him to tell him that his food was ready as Danny was too captured by the talent performed by the musicians. Once he realised his food was ready, Danny ate where he was as he watched the men perform another one of their songs.
'Oh, glorious Father, where have you been?
I've been fighting for all of my sins.
Mindless games and weary dreams,
This madness comes from within.
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