Re: Chapter 7.2: Comanche Moon ((IC))
Carl calmly cocks the pistol, a warning, and holds up his hand for the others' attention. Then he turns to them and makes a series of swift, natural gestures it'd take far longer to describe than to make - pointing at the body, Nate's, to the floor, to some of the Dust Adders, holding eye contact as he lets Dave out from immediate threat of shooting. Showing his confidence that the gang'll take him if he's misjudged Dave and is about to be shot in the back.
"..."
An outsider wouldn't tell how angry he is, but there's that same stillness at the core of him, movements unnaturally precise because he's not shaking...and a killing coldness in his gaze as intense as any of Nathanial's rages.
[[OOC: Translation:
"I ain't yeller. Y'all so afraid of a half-dead ranger you gotta chase her, gotta set Jesse on her, give him an audience? Y'all hadn't set him one-on-one with something to prove he'd have shot her in passing, come to help me. He wouldn't be dead."
[pause, catching eyes]
"Where did y'all think I was, taking a shit? When have I - or Mike, he's over the street - ever left Jesse's side when I thought he was in trouble? I didn't think y'all were so scared of the law you'd go clump 'round her - she ain't nothin'. You think she shot Charlie? She faced down a Jesse-rage with at least three bullets in her; that's not someone who shoots in the back in the dark. She got balls, Evans ain't. I know that's ironic.
The guy who shot her - the bastard I was up the road chasing - used us as a shield.Us. Me, Mike, Frank, Dave - Dust Adders. If it weren't for her high-an'-mighty moral attitude she'd have fired back through us. She didn't shoot Charlie. The hell she did. Thanks to all your fascination with the damn ranger the assassin got away [holding up a hand] so what? I'll tell you so what: next time that's a bounty hunter, after you, you, you [pointing]. Bang, dead. If they know they can just walk in, kill anyone on our patch and we won't lift a finger to stop them, we're nothing. An idiot can see that. The townsfolk will see that.
This is our town. [hits table after pointing down] We are Blackthorn, we're its heart, its fist/hand, its wallet. We are the reason this dust-covered fleck on the map survives. We are the law. They need reminding of that. We gotta show them we're still strong, ain't gonna fragment [look back at Dave] as soon as fuckin' Louisiana drops the reins. We can be so much more than that.
[pause, gazing round the room]
With Nate, they were afraid - just afraid - to shoot us in the front. I can make it so they don't dare shoot us in the back. Like Charlie. Like maybe someone else in this room was planning for me, Mike, Frank, if the man I was chasing up there didn't do it.
[letting that sink in]
I want to make it so we can roam or drive anywhere we want and there won't be no squad of assassins coming in ruling our roost. Fucking our girlfriends, riding our range. I want it so we can leave at will and no-one'll come hurt [pointing] your mum, your wife, your kid sister, this kid, who's ours now - where's Tim gone? -for information or any damn reason at all. Nate showed them what we can do angry, I'm going to show them they prefer us happy. That they want to treat us right. Nate done wrong when he attacked the town, because there is no us and them. They gotta know it, or they side with the marshall. We are Blackthorn. Evans has no power we don't give him by making folks think we're out-of-towner bandits to be fought - I can make it so they run him out of town themselves, or we can sit back and watch him run around clucking, then shoot him in broad daylight, no masks. Y'all afraid? Or are you Dust Adders? Blackthorn.
[hand slapped flat on the table]
Blackthorn.]]
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