The Pale Horse
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The whole saloon went quiet at a standstill. The red-haired man stopped before he could reach the third step. Lana stumbled back, her fumble the only sound heard. Her hand quickly fell from its trap. She rubbed her wrist, slowly turning to see what had ensued. Her eye was even with the barrel of a revolver. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked at the man behind the gun. All she could make out in her focus were the green eyes she had fallen into just hours prior. Doc.
"Would you favor me in steppin' aside, my dear?" he spoke softly.
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Cover art by Yvan Quinet.
Also published on AO3 under my account @/sister0fthemoon.
Some dialogue and details used are taken from the movie Tombstone's script/screenplay by Kevin Jarre.
I don't own any of these characters apart from the OC, and a few minor characters.
This work is about the Doc Holliday from the movie, Tombstone and not the real and historical figure Doc Holliday, although details of his life are used for the purpose of the story.
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