doctor_j_crane

You're a gentleman at heart. She's a lucky lady.

Yes, you can't trust the drink. It's bad for the mind.

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I can see how he managed that. [Half to himself.] Hell of a horse.

[Oh gosh, the notion of a dozen more George's doesn't make Crane happy.] How far off are you from gettin' the land?

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feels-no-love.livejournal.com

I gotta sort some things out first. I got the money, but I need a plan. Not to mention the gentlest mares in the state.

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peektuttut

Somewhere twixt the two.

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[He wishes that were true if the lady were a gent.] Someone should remind the doctor about that. I saw him at the saloon when I went the other night, and he was drinking more than before I left.

I wonder what happened to him.

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I think mine has a stone in 'is shoes. Do ya change shoes as well, or would I haveta go ta the smithy?

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damesuccubus.livejournal.com

Oh? And why not?

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You'll likely have to go to the smithy to get the shoes, but I can put them on if you have them.

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Are you givin' me an official warning within your capacity as a lawman?

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I might be havin' a few words with him. A doctor needs to be havin' his wits around him.

Unless some ruffians got to him, of course.

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If I get a good amount, I might be considerin' given it to Robert. [Because he's sometimes a good brother like that.]

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You'll need the gentlest mare in the country.

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That would be good of you, sir. As I see it the only favor he's paying us at the moment is ensuring it's more difficult for his brother to win the next election. [Someone doesn't like Mayor Narvin. He might have when he was a little boy, but he hasn't since he started coming off as too good for everyone.]

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Still got a couple'a pairs. [ Paid by a blacksmith after he shot the gun who took the smithy's daughter. ]

Ya still livin' in the same placce, doc?

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It's a disgustin' thing, when two brothers are like that.

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That'll do.

I am. You goin' to bring the horse by?

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Yes, well, do well by yours. I have no brothers and I have no prospects for marriage. I suspect my land will be passed on to family by extension. Not that I value that any less, but the feeling of knowing someone shares my blood is now a distant memory.

Edited Date: 2011-05-19 09:46 am (UTC)

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I do. He may not be the brightest lad, but he's my blood.

You never know. You might find a lady.

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Again, mention of your brother's intelligence coupled with the union of women ensures that I will remain picky. I'd rather spend my days alone than in perpetual misery induced by a sharp tongue and a vicious wit.

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Aye, I am. Boy's been wit' me for long, he needs some carin'.

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How old is he now?

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Too true. You're a man who knows what he wants. That's to be respected.

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[That's surprisingly hard to hear. No one would respect him for what he thinks about. Not a bit. It's not even that bad. Not that evil. He just thinks of him as something special. In annuals that he reads, sometimes the way that the hero thinks about the woman he comes home to is the way that he thinks of that gambling womanizer.

No, besides being sinful, it's hopeless.] I'm flattered you think so. [He'll at least say that.] Tell me, have you ever admired someone you shouldn't?

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