Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

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The next day arrived swiftly, with Dixie and John fueled by an unwavering determination to reach Mexico before noon. They swiftly hitched their horses outside a dilapidated shack, which seemed oddly familiar due to the presence of a wagon they both recognized. A perplexed expression crossed their faces as they exchanged glances, but John took the lead, guiding them towards the dock. As they approached, an unexpected scene unfolded before their eyes. Irish, with his foot raised, hopped in a comical circle, seemingly concluding a dance of sorts. While West Dickens stood nearby, clapping his hands and bursting into laughter at the sight.

"Yes, we'll that's what makes you such an interesting fellow, Mr. Irish." The con man told the drunken bastard before noticing the two's approach "Ah! Mr. Marston, Miss. Johnson...I've come to wish you well...how are you, friends?"

"I'm okay." John answered as he watched Irish go onto the rickety looking ferry tied to the dock and Dixie wondered if the Irishman made it himself

"Could be better." Dixie grumbled when she realized the older man was waiting for her response to continue talking

"It seems that our friend Mr. Irish here is we'll connected south of the border." Dickens informed them sounding proud but Dixie couldn't help but roll her eyes

"Oh, it's true." Irish spoke up "They love me down there. It's like a second home. I've got more friend that you could shake a stick at, should you so desire." He confessed making both John and Dixie's doubts grown with how much he was trying to sell it remember how a conversation just like this one went down last time though Dixie wouldn't mind of what it lead to happening between her and John again, that day felt like a distant dream she could barely remember the accounts of but johns gruff voice knock it away once again

"So, you know the way?" John asked skeptical

"Oh, it's easy." The drunken man answered as he looked around the river a look of uncertainty on his face "We just get on me raft here and let the current sweep us away to paradise." He spoke with theatrics involved in his movements as he gestured to the raft and river before them before he turned towards John and Dixie looking down at him skeptical

"Come on then, dovey." He spoke and offered a stand to John who just glared down at him and took a threatening step forward as he spoke his next words

"I'm not sure your idea of paradise and mine are quite the same, Irish." He sneered out causing the Irishman to roll his eyes and drop his hand

"Relax. We'll have a great time and we'll find your man Williamson, no bother." Irish insisted as he step away slightly

"I hope so." John spoke as he step down to the raft

"Hey, come on now. Look at it this way. I know we ain't exactly old pals, but y'know...have I ever done you wrong?" The man asked stupidly as all of them could name multiple things off the top of their heads without much thought behind of ways he's done all them wrong

"No, but not through lack of trying." John grumbled as he looked at the water before them but before they could throw down any further Dickens spoke up from beside Dixie

"Well, you boys have fun down there. I shall miss you, John Marston." The tonic merchant man said

"Thank you, where are you headed?" John question turning towards the man and took a step closer to the dock as his eyes landed on Dixie