Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

✽.✫☽ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿 ☾✫.✽

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Word count: 3664
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Dixie slowly stirred from her deep slumber, her eyelids fluttering open as the morning light filtered through the curtains. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to recall the events that had unfolded the previous night, but all she could remember was a hazy blur.

As consciousness fully returned to her, Dixie became acutely aware of a heavy fog weighing down her limbs and a dull ache in her head. Her body felt weak and sluggish, as if she had been robbed of her strength.

With great effort, Dixie pushed herself up into a sitting position, her head spinning. The room seemed unfamiliar, causing a wave of disorientation to wash over her. She called out for John, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion, but there was no response, she wasn't sure if he truly existed or was just her dreams telling her a a cruel story.

Worry etched deep lines on her face as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and steadied herself. She took a few unsteady steps towards the bedroom door, her legs feeling like lead. As she reached for the doorknob, a wave of dizziness swept over her, causing her to stumble and clutch onto the nearest piece of furniture for support.

Dixie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, before slowly making her way out of the bedroom. As she reached the living room, her eyes fell upon the sight of John, sitting in a chair, his attention fixed on the whiskey bottle in his hands. The contents swirled around, a visual representation of the turmoil that had engulfed their lives.

"Dixie," John's voice was laced with concern as he looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "You're awake."

Dixie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, a mix of relief and confusion flooding her senses. "John, your real not imagination. I think I might have a cold, do you feel sick?"

Before he could respond, a knock echoed through the house, announcing Rusty's arrival. She sighed happily as if a weight had been lifted, she moved towards the door to unlock it not remembering how it was locked in the first place. But John interfered her path.

"Go get dressed have a bath I'll answer." He told her she nodded smiling sweetly at the man

"It's only Rusty, he's a good man, was Jesses best friend." She informed him before turning around making her way towards the bathroom where John had already refilled the tub with warm water.

John's jaw tightened as opened the door and recognizing the amateur outlaw standing before him, but he didn't say anything.

"Hey, who the fuck are you?" Rusty question getting defensive as he roughly barged into the house and drew his revolver at John. Who only rolled his eyes

"A friend of Dixie's." He answered with a snap already not liking the man "Who are you?" Questioned wanting to here him confirm his suspicion.

"A friend of Dixie's." Rusty replied.

John and Rusty stood in a tense standoff, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker with a palpable tension, filled with unspoken words and hidden intentions. When Dixie stepped out of the bathroom, dressed for the emotional day ahead, a profound silence filled the room.