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This is like the third time I’m trying to post this. Bare with me, this is gonna be a little rough for a while. I promise everything will get better though 😂. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys.

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It had been ten years since the completion of the railroad. Nine years since Abigail had been in contact with her father. Cullen went to China to be with Mei, he gave Abigail the option to go with him. Abigail is one that just can’t see herself in a foreign land. There was just too much opportunity left for her here.

Little did she know that her “opportunity” would lead her straight to Mickey’s saloon on Chicago. Mickey was too busy running his whore house next door, so he let Abigail run the saloon for the most part. She was the bartender, a saloon girl, the peace keeper, and sometimes the entertainment provider.

Luckily, Abigail’s father taught her how to handle her own from a young age. Therefore she carried his old revolver around her waist at all times. The men tend to get a little too feisty when they’re under the influence of whiskey. Abigail often tells them to go next door, that she won’t have any men disrespecting her saloon girls, or herself. Normally, they will see Abigail touch her gun and back off, if not, she’s been known to send a few men to the doctor.

The way she often entertained the drunk men was with music. The sweet sounds of her fiddle frequently put men to sleep, or reminded them of their homeland. Sometimes, she would play faster, dance worthy songs, it all just depended on how she felt that night. Abigail is a peculiar women, one that has never been with a man, and one that grew up knowing death like it was her best friend. In many cases, she would go through periods of great sorrow, others she would be as happy as could be.

Everything changed when a familiar town name was uttered in her vicinity while serving some men another bottle of whiskey. Abigail was eager to get to the table, eager to meet the seven men that saved Rose Creek. She knew her father knew Goodnight, from the war, but that’s all she could go on for a foot in the door.

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Abigail walked behind the bar, then made her way to the table with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“What can I get you seven men?” She asked with a delighted smile on her face, then sat the whiskey down on the hard wooden table.

“Damn she’s good.” The man sitting next to the lanky, dark man, grabbed the bottle off the table.

“Figured y'all could use a drink or so. Got just about anything here to keep you happy. Women next door.” She nodded towards the whore house.

The same man had a sinful smile on his lips. “Got any food?” The man next to him asked.

“Anything you’d like. For you seven, it’s on the house.” Abigail said before leaning lightly on the back of a chair.

“And why’s that?” Goodnight asked.

“Well, ain’t y'all the men that saved Rose Creek?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Men that brave deserve good treatin, even if it does piss off my boss.” She chuckled. “What would y'all like?”

“Another bottle of whiskey.” The same man added.

“Got a feelin Imma have to cut you off.” She said. “I’ll give y'all a moment.” With that she disappeared to get another bottle and some glasses. She knew at least some men were more civilized than the one.

As she left she listened to everyone from a far. The laughs, the talks, the clanking of glasses. A shattering bottle and the yell of a girl drew her from her thoughts. Abigail sat the tray on the counter and drew her gun quicker than anyone else could.

She saw a man holding one of the saloon girls by her upper arm. Abigail made her way to him, gun pointed as she pulled back the hammer.

“Let'er go.” She said simply. “I ain’t gonna ask again.”

The man, obviously bigger than her, just laughed and held the girl tighter. “And what are you going to do about it?” He asked with a wicked tone.

“Pray I don’t see your ass in here again.” Abigail said simply before releasing the hammer and pistol whipping him so hard, he turned the girl loose, and almost fell to the ground.

There was a satisfied grunt that came from the table of the seven men. Then slight murmurs that drifted around the hushed bar. The girl went behind the counter, as Abigail had instructed all the girls to do in this situation.

“Now, you gonna leave? Or am I gonna have to break something?” Abigail asked simply.

The man went flying at her in a cloud of rage; one Abigail could easily deflect. She placed her gun in its holster, then got ready once again. Abigail took her stance, as the man went flying at her again. Quickly, she placed her fist right under his chin.

The usual patrons didn’t bother to help, a few newer ones tried, but the veterans held them back.

“Should we offer some assistance?” Goodnight asked as he sat up straight.

“I think she’s got it.” Faraday said drunkenly.

“Someone can intervene when it appears she needs the help.” Sam said, sure that the young woman could handle her own. After all, she did have a gun.

Abigail hit him so hard, he went down to one knee. From there she moved swiftly, laying the man flat on his back putting him in an arm bar.

“You gonna leave my girls alone?” She said as she applied pressure to his fragile arm.

“You bitch. Get off of me.” The man struggled, spitting out his words like venom.

“Are you going to leave my girls alone?” She asked one more time, adding a little more pressure.

The man didn’t answer, Abigail took that as a no, and snapped his arm. The cracking sound seemed to echo, followed by a scream of immense pain.

“I like this girl.” The dark, lanky man said.

Abigail threw his broken arm off of her, and walked behind the bar to take care of the girl.

“Get out and don’t come back.” Abigail said towards the heap of a man on the floor.

Some of his friends helped him up and carried him off.

Abigail raised her voice so that everyone can hear her. “Free round for everyone.”

She took care of the girl as the men roared with excitement of a free drink. Abigail could hear a man step near the bar.

“We would like to order some food.” He said while leaning on the counter.

“Hold on a second.” She said with a needle between her teeth.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” His voice sounded sweet as honey.

“My daddy’s friend was a doctor during the war. Taught me a thing or two durin the railroad days.” She said as she finished up sewing the girls wound from the glass. Abigail grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around her arm. “You’re good to go. Get to givin out drinks.”

Abigail turned her attention to the man. She was met with intense brown eyes beneath a black hat. The man seemed tall, with long limbs.

“What can I get y'all?” Abigail asked before putting away the supplies.

“We’re not picky, just whatever you’ve got. Also, my friends would like to talk to you when you’ve got the time.” He said before tipping his hat and going back to the table.

Abigail got the food ready, then brought it to them with another bottle. She sat the plates out in front of them. Abigail noticed as the Indian man turned his nose up to it.

“Numinu?” Abigail asked to only be rewarded with surprised stares around the table.

“You can speak Comanche?” The black man at the end of the table finally asked.

“Yes sir. You’d be surprised whatcha learn on the railroad.” She could see them trying to do the math.

“Who’s your father?” Goodnight finally asked.

“Cullen Bohannon.” Abigail said simply.

“I knew I’d seen those grey eyes somewhere!” He let out a small smile.

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The Magnificent Seven (2016)

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I’m rewatching the Magnificent Seven

And I gotta say - Lee Byung-Hun’s hair is mesmerizing af. I can’t look away. In fact, everything about him is mesmerizing.

He’s just a work of art, honestly.

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Hell On Wheels

look out sister, look out brother river’s gunna be risin’ we all prayed for a single drop’a rain and now a storm’s comin’ through s’been a long time comin’

hell on wheels main title (extended) by kevin kiner, gustavo santaolalla // chasing twisters by delta rae // john the revelator by curtis stigers // lovers on the sun by david guetta, sam martin // i feel a sin comin’ on by pistol annies // up on the ridge by dierks bentley // desperado by rihanna // let there be cowgirls by chris cagle // tornado by little big town // building a town by kevin kinder, gustavo santaolalla // long time gone by the civil wars // where have all the cowboys gone? by paula cole // fallin’ for you by dierks bentley // come away to the water by maroon 5, rozzi crane // burning house by cam // barton hollow by the civil wars // bones by little big town (spotify)

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