"Willa. Willa!" John reached out to her, but she slapped his hand away, baring her teeth like a wild animal.
"Just cut it out, will ya? We're dead, John. It's over." She snapped, placing her arm back in its position around her knees. Her eyes were red and irritated from crying, but they still shone with a raw anger. Not towards him, of course, but to the people who put them in that position.
"Jesus, Willa. I never knew you was one to give up so easily. If you could just listen-"
"News flash, Marston. You don't know me. You don't know shit about me, so don't pretend you do. The only one who knew me is... Dead. Anyway, this," She gestured around them, to the cage and the wagon and the guards, "Is it. It's the end of the line. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Sean..." John whispered, barely even audible. Willa flinched at the sound of his name, "Willa, you have to keep fighting. Fight for Sean. Fight for your little sister! I have a son, so I can't give up. Willa, you can't give up." He prodded. Willa sighed and looked away.
The wagon was surrounded by guards, so there was clearly no getting out yet. They would have to wait, and they would need more firepower.
"Do you think the others are okay?" She snapped her gaze towards John. He seemed to brighten.
"Of course. I watched them make it out of the bank, was with them for a bit before I was grabbed," He paused, as if debating whether or not to continue, "Dutch watched them grab me. He... He coulda done something, but he didn't. He didn't do anything."
Willa blinked at him for a moment. It was clear that something was going on with Dutch-- he didn't seem like the same man she had met all those months ago, but she didn't know him well enough to make any assumptions.
"Hosea just died. They were like brothers, maybe his head is a bit foggy right now." She offered. The other option was too much to take in. Why would Dutch just leave him like that?
John shrugged, "I hope that's all it is. This gang has been... Well, my whole life. I don't know what I'd do without it." He sighed and Willa almost offered him a reassuring smile, instead she just placed her hand on the toe of his boot and nodded solemnly.
"I'll make sure you get home."
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LAST CHANCE → sean macguire ✔
أدب الهواةr.d.r.2 " outlaws 'til the end, boys " the story of how a foolish girl winds up in the worst predicament of her life -- being in love with an outlaw or in which a dying light finds out why it's best to never play with fire ... ocxsean I do not own...
