(Oh shit I just realized we're at the end.
So sad.
WHICH ONE OF YOU GUYS FORGOT ABOUT THE TAG HUH?!?)
That night, Tord ran for his life. Like he hadn't ever ran before. He booked it out of Spitbucket, his mind whirling. Thompson hated him now, why couldn't he just shut his trap?! He lost the one he loved most, didn't he? He was stuck in a rut of anger and depression, something he had never been stuck in before, and could only think of one way to cope with it.
He ran to the train tracks and jumped on a train, riding to the next town to break his promise. Before he jumped off, though, he wrote a quick letter with a inked pen he had in his pocket and a price of paper that flew into the train cart.
Once he was at the small, nearby town, he ripped his pistol off of his belt, made sure it had bullets, and ran to the nearest shop, not caring if it seemed easy to rob or not.
With that done, he ran into the night again, not having a horse to go faster on and only running with his own two legs, a bag of goods in his hand weighing him down. As he ran, he could hear the sound of horse hooves pounding behind him, and his eyes faded back to grey with a small smile on his face.
He felt was his legs slow down to a normal jog, heard the hooves catch to him, and a ring of gunshot ran out into the night as the infamous bandit went down for the first and last time.
Thompson sighed to himself as he leaned against the now closed bar, his friend besides him.
"I feel awful..." he muttered to Edward. The detective nodded at him.
"Of course. You broke his heart into two. I'm not too keen on love, but I know that much." Edward shrugged a bit, messing with the pistol that Thompson had given him. "Maybe you should find him. Go tell him that you still love him."
"Maybe I should. But where could he have gone?" Thompson asked, confused, as a blonde haired boy in a black outfit ran up to them with a letter in his hand. He wiped he sweat off of his brow.
"Uh... are one of you Thomas Thompson?" He asked softly. Thompson nodded.
"Yeah. Me."
"Here." The handed him the letter before running off again. He looked at the letter, addressed to him with confusion. Edward peeked over his shoulder.
"Well, open it! See what it says!" He exclaimed. Thompson nodded and tipped the letter open, unfolded the paper, and scanned his eyes over the words. His eyes widened and he felt his heart snap into two.
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A Stolen Heart (TomTord)
Fanfiction(Slightly old) (Saloonatics AU) Tord Adder is the most wanted bandit in all of California, and he stays hidden from the law. How does he do this? He hops towns, hiding out until he is close to being caught, then runs away. This time, he finds himsel...
