not_his_pa: (as the the train left)
William wakes up with the hot sun of Contention on his back and his father’s cooling body under his hands. This must be a dream but it feels and smells just the same and the train whistle blows as it takes Wade off to Yuma. Behind him, someone stands up and he turns to see Charlie Prince looking at him with bullet holes in his chest and a nasty look in his eyes, “Now apparently this ain’t all quite real but can’t say I care. You and your noble daddy got in the way of things.”

William could feel the weight of his gun in his hand but he couldn’t seem to move other than to stare at Prince who kept coming closer. “Now what should I do with the time I’ve got here? Be nice to see you die, but don’t think it’d hold for you,”

His smile kept growing sharper and then as William was trying to figure out how to answer there was pain as Prince hit him. There was blood in his mouth and he tried to think, this was a dream, it had to be a dream, so he just had to wake up, “You’re dead, you ain’t here.”

“I’m here long as I want to be cause I got unfinished business with you,” Prince said and the cold joy in his voice made William grip his gun and lift it up enough to fire.

He woke up sweating in his bed at Milliways and turned the lantern up as bright as it would go. Then he felt his cheek, which didn’t seem tender but that dream was too real and he decided he wouldn’t try sleeping again. Instead he read dime novels and Whitman’s poetry until the morning light came through the window and then went to the stables to focus on the reality of manure and horses.

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January 2017

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