8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Santa Fe Doesn't Have This

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry for being MIA this past week. I've had too many things to do and not enough time. I will try to post more often. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

It had been a few hours since we almost went to Santa Fe. I was sitting in the bunk room with the rest of the fellas.

We had been playing poker for two hours, determined to beat Race.

I swear he has some kind of magical luck spell on him that only works when he plays poker. No one's ever beaten him.

Davey went home about an hour ago and since then, Jack had disappeared to the roof.

"Should someone go find Cowboy?" Mush asked as he looked at his cards.

"I'll go," I replied.

"If you's go now, you'll have to fold," Race sang.

"I's think I'll live. I's don't have anything anyway."

I put my cards down and headed up to the roof.

I had a feeling I'd find him there.

I opened the door and saw Jack sitting on the ledge above the fire escape.

I could see the smoke blow out into the cool night air.

"Hey Jackie."

He turned around and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Hey James," he smiled. "What are you's doin' up here?"

I leaned against the door frame.

"I's could ask you's the same thing."

"I's asked first."

"The fellas thought someone should find ya since you've been up here since your boyfriend left."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Yet."

He rolled is eyes at me before patting the side next to him.

"Why don't you's join me ova here. It's much prettier."

I sat down next to him.

I looked around at the lit up city.

It really is the city that never sleeps.

It wasn't as busy as it was during the day, but you could still see people walking the streets and the sounds of the trains and harbor.

The scent of smoke filled the air, most of it likely coming from the cigarette Jack had just put out.

I looked up at the crescent moon which gave only a small bit of light.

"The city sure is pretty," he smiled. "Wish the moon was full enough to draw it."

"It sure is. I don't think any book could describe it."

He laughed.

"You know something, James? I'm glad we didn't go to Santa Fe."

I turned to face him.

"Why's that?"

"Cause we wouldn't see this."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Maybe."

"Jack," I said, drawing out his name.

"Fine. I's couldn't leave the guys or Medda."