Post by Thacher Williams on May 12, 2004 18:48:58 GMT -5
He had to keep running no matter what. The boy had been given orders and he couldn't let the boss down. The briefing had been short but enough to the point that the boy knew he couldn't mess this one up. But he was still too young to really ride, so he was sent as was the message in his coat pocket, down the line of offices and finally to the Lumination to get the word out. He needed to find this man... the only man that his boss thought could do the job right. And so he ran as hard as he could down that long gravel driveway up to the big doors of the Lumination in before bursting through into the main area.
He was a young man, maybe about fourteen or so, just starting to come of age. He had dark eyes and freckles, a mop of reddish brown hair, and a post officers uniform on. Panting he rested, laying his hands on his knees as he looked around the place. No one here fit the description of the man he was trying to find. They all looked like common place tavern goers. But he had to find this man and quick, or else something very bad was going to happen. Going up to the bar the boy looked at Adonis. "Excuse me..." he said shyly. Adonis didn't even hear him as he went about serving the other customers, talking and listening as only a bartender could. The boy was usually quite shy, but desperate times, and so on and so forth. "EXCUSE ME!" He said a little louder than he should have. The patrons surrounding him all stopped their prattle and looked at him. Adonis too, looking surprised but amused.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" He asked witha lofted brow. "I'm not here to drink, Sir..." The boy stammered sheepishly, a pink tinge filling his cheeks. He looked up with a start as Evita stormed into the tavern and flung open Lillith's office door. It stunned him for a moment but then he regained senses and turned back to Adonis. "I'm trying to find someone..." he said with a little more confidence, allowing his job to back him. "I was told I could find him here." Adonis smiled. "You can find a lot of people here Kiddo. Who are you looking for?" The boy looked up from his pocket, the letter tight in hand. "I need to find Thacher Williams, have you seen him? It's very very important."
***
Outside was where Thacher Williams was. Not yet come into the bar and leaning on the outside of the wall next to the swinging screen door. Inagehi was with him, trying to get a sip of whatever was in the flask Thacher was holding. "I told you a hundred times Whiskey ain't good for horses." Thacher scolded as the animal, indignant at the answer made an successful attempt to grab Thacher's hat off his head. Frowing Thach capped the flask and put it back in his coat. "You best give that back or I'll make glue from you." he said trying to snatch the hat back. Inagehi backed up, almost taunting the cowboy who was by this point a little tispy from his own stash of "trail mix" as he liked to call it.
Since Anqhooti had showed up Thacher had gone back to his old ways of smoking and drinking, as if Whiskey could actually be a cure for the problems plaguing his heart. This whole thing was a mess. Something so simple he had with Evita, a love, a good honest love, and look what had happened. It all just got messed up over things. He hated that. He wanted a simple life, an honest life. One that had it's ups and downs of course... just more ups than it had downs. As he leaned back on the wall with a sigh Inagehi could tell that he was in no mood to play. Returning the hat gingerly the horse pushed on his chest with its snout. Thacher sighed and laid a hand on the muzzle, running his hand over it. "What do you think partner... is it about time to get on the trail and run again?" Run being more metaphorical than it sounded. That was just how Thach dealt with problems. He ran from them. Big ones, at least. Little ones were handled with a .45 or a bottle of the good stuff. Not a particularly healthy lifestyle, but it worked for him.
It hadn't always been that way, of course. There had been a time years and years ago that he had a place he actually called home, people he could call family, and he didn't have to run. But things change and the train that was his life veered off that track and crashed a long time ago. Now there was Inagehi and the bottle and everything else just came and went. No past, no name, no real importance to anybody. That's what he had become. He wasn't proud of it at all, and maybe it was his own fault for losing himself over the years, but he couldn't change that now. Nothing could bring her back or take revenge on who was to blame, so he drank and rode through battles and wasted his time to try to forget until his number was up and maybe then God would pity him and let him in to see them again.
But he seemed to have a way of cheating death, so hanging around with a half empty bottle for a few more years was all that he could do for now. Evita... it wasn't truly her fault that all this had happened. But his heart was still broken no matter how much he tried to lie about it. Loving would be a painful adventure if it ever did happen again. For now he would just stay around here, maybe slump in the corner and waste away at the bar for a few more years. A sigh and the horse snorted, nudging him towards the screen door. Not to drink more, but to go see Evita. It was a false hope, though, because even Inagehi knew that wouldn't happen any time soon. But he would wave the beast off anyhow and trudge into the kitchen, unknowning of that what awaited him at the bar packed more of a punch than any drink he could ever make.
He was a young man, maybe about fourteen or so, just starting to come of age. He had dark eyes and freckles, a mop of reddish brown hair, and a post officers uniform on. Panting he rested, laying his hands on his knees as he looked around the place. No one here fit the description of the man he was trying to find. They all looked like common place tavern goers. But he had to find this man and quick, or else something very bad was going to happen. Going up to the bar the boy looked at Adonis. "Excuse me..." he said shyly. Adonis didn't even hear him as he went about serving the other customers, talking and listening as only a bartender could. The boy was usually quite shy, but desperate times, and so on and so forth. "EXCUSE ME!" He said a little louder than he should have. The patrons surrounding him all stopped their prattle and looked at him. Adonis too, looking surprised but amused.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" He asked witha lofted brow. "I'm not here to drink, Sir..." The boy stammered sheepishly, a pink tinge filling his cheeks. He looked up with a start as Evita stormed into the tavern and flung open Lillith's office door. It stunned him for a moment but then he regained senses and turned back to Adonis. "I'm trying to find someone..." he said with a little more confidence, allowing his job to back him. "I was told I could find him here." Adonis smiled. "You can find a lot of people here Kiddo. Who are you looking for?" The boy looked up from his pocket, the letter tight in hand. "I need to find Thacher Williams, have you seen him? It's very very important."
***
Outside was where Thacher Williams was. Not yet come into the bar and leaning on the outside of the wall next to the swinging screen door. Inagehi was with him, trying to get a sip of whatever was in the flask Thacher was holding. "I told you a hundred times Whiskey ain't good for horses." Thacher scolded as the animal, indignant at the answer made an successful attempt to grab Thacher's hat off his head. Frowing Thach capped the flask and put it back in his coat. "You best give that back or I'll make glue from you." he said trying to snatch the hat back. Inagehi backed up, almost taunting the cowboy who was by this point a little tispy from his own stash of "trail mix" as he liked to call it.
Since Anqhooti had showed up Thacher had gone back to his old ways of smoking and drinking, as if Whiskey could actually be a cure for the problems plaguing his heart. This whole thing was a mess. Something so simple he had with Evita, a love, a good honest love, and look what had happened. It all just got messed up over things. He hated that. He wanted a simple life, an honest life. One that had it's ups and downs of course... just more ups than it had downs. As he leaned back on the wall with a sigh Inagehi could tell that he was in no mood to play. Returning the hat gingerly the horse pushed on his chest with its snout. Thacher sighed and laid a hand on the muzzle, running his hand over it. "What do you think partner... is it about time to get on the trail and run again?" Run being more metaphorical than it sounded. That was just how Thach dealt with problems. He ran from them. Big ones, at least. Little ones were handled with a .45 or a bottle of the good stuff. Not a particularly healthy lifestyle, but it worked for him.
It hadn't always been that way, of course. There had been a time years and years ago that he had a place he actually called home, people he could call family, and he didn't have to run. But things change and the train that was his life veered off that track and crashed a long time ago. Now there was Inagehi and the bottle and everything else just came and went. No past, no name, no real importance to anybody. That's what he had become. He wasn't proud of it at all, and maybe it was his own fault for losing himself over the years, but he couldn't change that now. Nothing could bring her back or take revenge on who was to blame, so he drank and rode through battles and wasted his time to try to forget until his number was up and maybe then God would pity him and let him in to see them again.
But he seemed to have a way of cheating death, so hanging around with a half empty bottle for a few more years was all that he could do for now. Evita... it wasn't truly her fault that all this had happened. But his heart was still broken no matter how much he tried to lie about it. Loving would be a painful adventure if it ever did happen again. For now he would just stay around here, maybe slump in the corner and waste away at the bar for a few more years. A sigh and the horse snorted, nudging him towards the screen door. Not to drink more, but to go see Evita. It was a false hope, though, because even Inagehi knew that wouldn't happen any time soon. But he would wave the beast off anyhow and trudge into the kitchen, unknowning of that what awaited him at the bar packed more of a punch than any drink he could ever make.