Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

✽.✫☽ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟼 ☾✫.✽

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Word count: 3242
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It had been a pretty uneventful past few days, on her free time Dixie would visit her father for a meal, read a book and tend to her garden in the mornings. She figured today would be no different as her horse trotted back to the ranch after having breakfast at the saloon in Armadillo with her father. She reached her small house only to see a familiar man leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette watching as she approached.

She smiled to herself as she dismounted and hitched her horse before stepping toward her house past John with her small bundle of supplies for herself from town her father had purchased for her. Before she could step past the man he took the crate and waited for her to open the door to the small house and he followed her in, and once she pointed where to put the crate down he placed it where she said.

"What can I help you with today?" She asked the man as she moved to put the supplies away.

"I was hopin' you'd accompany me and my drunk ranch hand to move the cattle to a new pasture today." He told her while he help her put away her stuff by handing it to her from the crate, Dixie smirked and look at John with a raised brow.

"What you need my help for? You single handheld saved Drew and Bonnie's herd during that nasty thunderstorm when you first came here I think you can moved the herd by yourself a few miles." She said trying to see what he was truly asking.

John chuckled and scratched his scruffy beard. "You got me there, Dixie. I reckon I can handle it on my own, but you'd keep my lumbago ridden ranch hand for killing over in the saddle from lifting a finger to actually work."

Dixie chuckled, knowing John's playful nature all too well. She couldn't help but find his request endearing, despite his attempt to mask it as a favor for her.

"Alright, John, I'll go with you. But only to make sure you and your poor ranch hand don't get yourselves into too much trouble," she replied with a wink. "Besides, I could use a change of scenery today."

John grinned, appreciating her agreement. "Much obliged, Dixie. Let's head out, the cattle won't move themselves."

Together, they prepared their horses and gathered the necessary tools for the task ahead. Dixie made sure to pack some extra supplies, just in case. As they rode out towards the herd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure stirring within her.

As they rode towards Beecher's Hope, the sun staring to painted the sky with hues of blue, casting a glow over the landscape. John couldn't help but steal glances at Dixie, admiring her graceful presence on her horse. Her hips swayed in sync with the rhythm of the saddle, evoking memories of passionate nights they had shared in Mexico.

Lost in his thoughts, a faint smile curled on John's lips. The recollection of their time together had been a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of danger and desire that seemed to heighten their connection. It had been a while since those days, but the memories lingered, leaving an indelible mark on his heart.

Dixie, sensing John's gaze upon her, looked back with a curious expression. "Something on your mind, John?"

He shook himself out of his reverie with a head shake and met her gaze with a warm smile. "Nothing, Darling. Just thinking."