Re: Chapter 13.1: The Battle of Blackthorn
Wildcat nods to Carl. Luckily said shotgun is lazily cradled in the crook of her arm from the conversation from before. The Ranger's packing a fearsome array of weaponry, with a rifle scabbard and a leather thong dangling from behind her, but her poise is like a lounging cougar. She steps lightly and lazily, not the least bit phased.
"Now now boys, that ain't no way ta treat a lady, much less a mean bitch of'a Rang'r. Way ah reckon ah see it, that lead's a lot better spent on them Com'nche raiders. Ya'll see yer man here? He gets it. Mister Vega here, he gets it too.
"Make it real simple for all ya'll. We need ev'ry horse soldier, ev'ry cowboy, bad man, dead man, witch man, preacher man, ferrier, barber, ev'ry Christian, ev'ry heathen, ev'ry sunuvabitch, ev'ry house wife wit' a mean att'tude, ev'ry Snake, ev'ry mangy dog, ennythin' this town's got right the damn hell now because we're all ridin' th' same muck wagon wh'ther any of us like it 'r not. It ain't th' army any of us want, but it's th' army we done got.
"Now ah ain't seen yer boys here be mean 'n bad 'cept when the odds is... oh, 'bout twelve on one. But ah will have ta take it on faith ya'll can actually get sideways wit' a band o' screaming Com'nches cuz guess what, ah ain't got a choice.
"Now mister Milburn here is representin' th' mayor. He thin's ah'm a batshit loco devil-woman wit' lanterns an' cold cream shoved down mah shirt, an' ah think his mayor's a piece of cowardly cow dung who'd rather spend his time tryin' ta tan mah hide than dyin' on th' walls of th' town 'e's s'posed ta run. So con-grat-u-lashuns Snakes, ah now have a higher 'pinyun of all ya'll than ah do yer sorry ass Mayor.
"But that don't matter right now. Mister Milburn's got some ideers 'bout them Comanche, ain't exactly what ah was thinkin' but ah like it ennyway cuz at this point enny plan is better'n no plan.
"So here it is Snakes. Th' best plan we got is that ya'll, me, th' Marshal, Mr. Milburn, every 'un, we's all gonna pinch our snooters, grin 'n bear it, 'n play nice so folks all listen. Bill McCoy is a good man. An' ah saw that crazy sunofabitch right thar' crawl inta a damn mess ta save 'im. As fer me, ah'm right here ain't ah? Now, ah know three of ya'll got the grit fer an Injun fightin' truce if'n ya want ta reach fer it, but enny o' th' rest of all ya'll got th' stones ta do th' same?"