Re: The end of the rope...
Carl laughs his silent laugh, showing teeth, and takes his time, scraping the words together. It's almost physically painful after all these years, but the Ranger wouldn't notice anything as wasn't barking at her. "...we got set apart, Ranger. I got set apart four years younger than the Landers kid, when the angels laid my mama away an' my daddy took up with the bottle demon. I never had one week of school together after that, makin' sure Pa dint kill hisself, stayin' away from those as'd make fun an' those who'd try to get me 'dopted away out of pity. Learnt t'work Sabbath 'cause beasts don't know it's Sunday."
"We ain't all spat-on sons o' drunks, 'course - there's some who jes' want free of a soft life that's hard on a man's soul, some whose family got too many mouths t'feed, pushed them out...drifters, stray folk, fightin' men who never unlearnt killin' after the war taught 'em too well...wanted men, unwanted men. Now, a woman can marry if she ain't good for nothin' else, but a man has to work."
Carl takes a space to breathe, holding up a hand to show he's not finished.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings can amount to something if it pulls together. Make a livin'. Make a life. Be a family for those who ain't got, even if they don't have any right or ejucation as how the rest of the world sees it."
The Dust Adder watches the Ranger a bit. "Lady, that boy's carryin' a weight you never had. He's the man of his house. I ain't forcin' him to take up nothin', but I'm offerin' him a way into work - a way to take the pressure off his mama so he never has to see her git worn down tired feedin' the both of them." Carl nods. "The gang'll give her what we can, call it loaned f'her pride, but most'f us have our own folks to see to. You go messin' him up with ideas 'bout the Law what never helped his Pa that's her life you mess with, an' he'll never forgive hisself."
Carl pales at the remark about his duty, lip curling. "I was tryin' t'catch some shootist at the time, dint think you were much up to calling on a fight." He leans a bit nearer the bars, expression leaving his face. "You laughed at him, I reckon. Jesse never could stand bein' laughed at. An' mercy ain't the same as not doin' what's sense, mercy's when you don't cripple a man who kicked you. I ain't done nothin' to you, Ranger."
Mouth drying, Carl spits the bad taste of glue and whiskey aside on the floor. "...an' if you shoot me, you lose your 'moral high ground' like a Yankee caught fuckin' contraband boys." His eyes meet hers again, the cold anger there that isn't in his voice. "You can't pretend you're better than us no more. 'Cause that's all there is between us - you an' your Law: masters an' a home to go to. That's what a dog is...deep down, he's jes' a wolf pretendin' to be your friend." The slight movement may be a twitch of the head at Charging Bear or it may not, just a fidget.
"So marry him," Carl shrugs. "I reckon I owe more of my time on this earth to Jesse an' h- well, what all's around me than to you."