Just Like Old Times

The Fishing Trip

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Lilly sat next to Hosea on the steps of the Sheriff's office. She'd noticed coming into town the color of the road and it sent a chill down her spine. She really hoped what she saw about Sean wasn't an actual prophecy. She'd sent Brian and James out for hunting shortly after Arthur left to chase down the criminals. She chomped on more salted meat and pickles she got at the local store. She even picked up a couple glass bottles of cola to drink, and as an afterthought, a journal to write down the 'images' she got while dreaming. The cola was heaven mixed with sugar as she took a drink, groaning happily. Hosea laughed at her. "Be careful, Lilly."

"Oh I know. Moderation. I'm only drinkin' the one; the other is for Arthur."

Hosea laughed again. "You know, you should try other foods to deal with your cravings."

"Cravings?" Trelawny asked from the back of the prison wagon. "Lillian, do I detect the heavenly glow of a mother to be?"

Lilly looked over at him with a smile. "Yep. Arthur and I are expectin'."

"My! Congratulations. But weren't you-"

"Yes, but not anymore!" Lilly giggled.

"Lilly, you ever wonder if Brian and James know what you're actually sayin'?"

"I know they know what I'm sayin'." Lilly chortled lightly. "I mean, you seen 'em. They listen very well for wolves."

"That they do. And the size of 'em...they're past legendary for sure."

"Ya should'a seen people at the ball Sir Patrick held. They were horrified!" Hosea and Lilly laughed loudly, then looked over to the road and saw Arthur and the deputy. "There's our own personal criminal hunter back from the chase."

"Ok good, they're back," Lilly heard Archibald say. "And that's your friend, right? And your wife?"

"Yeah," Arthur said.

"How was the chase, my darlin' husband?" she snickered.

Arthur gave her a quick smile. "It was fine."

"Can you grab Anderson off your horse and carry him in for me?" Archibald asked. Arthur did as he was told and grabbed the limp body of a man off his horse then dumped him in front of the steps. "Mr Gray! We got him!"

Lilly heard the door slam open and she jumped a little. "Very good," the Sheriff said.

Dutch followed behind him. "I told you Arthur would deliver. Man has a passion for justice."

"That's wonderful," the Sheriff said.

Lilly approached Arthur and kissed his cheek. "My husband, the dashin' outlaw chaser."

Arthur chortled at her. "You smell like pickles."

Lilly handed drink she bought. "Cola?"

"Yes, thank you." He popped the top off and drank some. "Mmm, that's good."

Lilly took a bite from her snack. "God, I love salt. Possibly more than I love you."