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thorst · 8 days ago

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✘ ⠀⠀ELYSIUM FOR EXILES ⠀⠀⠀⠀✘⠀⠀⠀⠀i. I Grew Up Fast; I Guess I Grew Up Mean ⠀✘ Gen Fic : no ships ✘ Post-game setting, canon compliant ✘ Mature: canon-typical violence, high honour Arthur Morgan ✘ multi-chapter ✘ ✘

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"Marston!" The name cracked like a whip, and John flinched, his pistol hand wavering even as he kept his Pa's old cattleman levelled at the mouthy stranger's skull. "Put that gun down right now, ya fool boy! What are you doin?" He knew he shouldn't turn. Knew that he had to keep his eye on his mark - even if the man under his gun looked ready to piss himself of fright. The speaker was just visible in the corner of his eye, a huge, barrel-chested man, blurry and indistinct in his blue work shirt. Marston didn't turn his head. "Y-y-y-you're right, mister, you did say hello, I-I shoulda just tipped my hat an'—" "Shut up." John growled, nudging the pistol at the man while he fought to think. But no. No, that name wasn't his. He'd been trying to wear it, but it fit worse than his Pa's other old things. He wasn't John, even if that was what it said on his papers. John junior. "Ain't your Ma raise you better'n that, boy? What he do to you," the big man behind him was talking again, his rough voice taking on a sardonic tone, "not wish you a good day? Christ alive, Marston. Put the damn gun down." His voice softened at that last, and Jack finally lowered the revolver.