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Published: 2014-10-29 19:52:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 2084; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 9
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Rover likes to talk, it really is one of his favorite pastimes, so I figured I'd give him a chance. Β Any questions you have he'll be happy to answer them...although, I can't promise he will do so entirely honestly. Β>>>Please, no swearing<<<
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It wasn't long before Rover had tears in his eyes. Because of both the sadness of the song and the beauty of it and it's singet.
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"Oh, Senor, I didn't mean to make you cry! Let me make it better," Margarita hopped down from the bar and gave Rover a kiss on the cheek.
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Rover choked on his whiskey and turned beet read up to his ears then giggled like a schoolboy.
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Amused by his innocent embarrassment, Margarita took Rover by the hand and pulled him to the dance floor, "You must have a dance with me, Senor!" she implored.Β
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Rover whispered to Amaril as she pulled him past. "Am I thinkin her up or are you!?" He turned back to her and grinned. "I got some experience in that area there!" He said eagerly.
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"I don't know a thing about this part of Earth; this is all you!" Amaril laughed as he gave Rover a wink and a thumbs up.
As Margarita and Rover twirled in a Two Step together, a soiled dove in red burst into the saloon, "Margarita, you two bit floozey, how many times I gotta tell you to stay away from my man!" She stormed over to her rival, yanked her by the hair, and flung her over a table. "Deuce is mine!" the woman in red shrieked as she pulled a knife from her garter belt.
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Rover stepped in front of Margarita with both hands patting the air. "Simmer down little filly, ain't no cal for that." Rover looked over at Amaril in confusion.
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Distracted by Amaril shrugging his shoulders, Rover did not see the other woman's fist speeding into his jaw. "You have a lotta nerve cheatin' on me, Deuce, when I let you use my place as a hideout! Now outta the way; no one flirts with Gold Dollar's man and gets away with it!"
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Rover grabbed his jaw, more startled than actually injured. "You got it wrong darlin. I ain't Deuce."
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"To think that you would go so far as to disguise yourself and sneak into town to see another woman!" scolded Gold Dollar who waved her knife in Rover's face for emphasis, "Your suppose to be doin' that inside job at Pine Hollow! Now git so I can stick this trollop!"Β
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"Now now. Darlin. No need to stick nobody." He grabbed at the knife.
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"Hey, that's my present you gave me just for that reason! You told me if anyone tries to mess with me, just stick 'em! If you don't want to be included with anyone, then you better listen to me and get back to the ranch! Those horses ain't gonna rustle themselves, y'know!"
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He blinked. "Uh, yeah. Of course. We ought to get a rustlin. But no stabbing no one alright? We was just doing a little dancing is all."
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"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were goin' soft. Well, better safe than sorry; we don't want the law on our tails before the job's done," Gold Dollar sheathed her knife back in her garter belt. Margarita used the chance to slip away.
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He gave her his best mean growl. "Mans gotta do what a man's gotta do...even of that's vein the nice guy."
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"Just as long as your not feignin' when your sweet talkin' me. Now git on out of here before someone besides me recognizes you!"
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Rover touched his hat. "Yes ma'am." He gave a nod toward a the door to Amaril and headed out.
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"Well, that gal sure knows how to spoil a good time," Amaril pouted as he kicked a rock down the street, "I'd shower her in gold dollars just to leave me alone! And what's with the mistaken identity stuff?"
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"Well...Deuce an me look a bit alike." Rover rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.
Flyspur appeared at the end of the street, his eyes wide as he stared at the buildings
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"So, lemme get this straight," Amaril began, "That gal thought ya were a bad guy, but yer really a good guy who looks like the bad guy, but because yer a good guy, ya were actin' like a bad guy, actin' like a good guy." The Reem paused to let some crickets have their say in the matter.Β
Looking ahead, he laid eyes on the Jssfloon. "Hey, look who's finally gettin' some shut eye!" Amaril waved his hat to get Flyspur's attention.
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"Yup!Β Because WE are gonna stop some cattle rustlers!"Β He looked up when Amaril started waving.Β He grinned when he saw Flyspur.
Flyspur hurried over to them looking quite confused.Β "What's happening?Β Where are we?"
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"We're in the theater of our minds," Amaril replied, "The settin': Rover's side of the Earth. The plot: A good guy must act like a bad guy, actin' like a good guy to stop rustlers from stealin' horses. Also, watch out for Gold Dollar; she's mighty possessive of her man, who happens to look like Rover."Β
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Flyspur blinked. "That sounds...interesting. so we're dreaming?" He looked down at his brocaded vest and pressed pants and then reached up to touch his bowler hat. Then his tail flicked in surprise as all his words sunk in. "Looks like Rover? You mean Deuce!?" His eyes widened as he looked up at Rover with a bit of horror
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"Yep, that's the name she called him. It sounds like you've had unpleasant dealins with him before. If Gold Dollar's behavior is any indication of what he's like, then we'd best be careful."
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"Deuce is...crazy." Flyspur said in concern. He looked up at Rover.
Rover patted him on the head. "Aw. Don't fret none, Blue. It's just a dream. Can't truely hurt us none."
Flyspur looked around thoughtfully then turned his attention back to them. "Are you controlling this story?"
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"We're in control as long as we know we're dreamin', otherwise everythin' just goes completely wackadoodle, "Amaril explained, "The subconscious does play a part with background information, though. For example, it would be tedious to control the appearance and actions of every single person walkin' down this street. All of these faces are faces that Rover has seen in real life. They could be from the entertainment he's seen or just a passing stranger he saw outta the corner of his eye. Of course, dreams are dreams so random curve balls are bound to happen!"
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Flyspur nodded, seeming to evaluate the situation as he studied their surroundings. "Okay."
"Come on! Let's nab us some cattle rustlers!" Rover shouted and ran for a brown and white paint tied to the nearest hitching post.
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"Yeah, let's get em!" Amaril fist pumped the air. He approached a brown quarter horse, but balked as he stood beside it, "I'm so used to bein' chased by hunters ridin' these things. It's creepy how they resemble a Reem's natural form." The horse nickered and shook himself, causing Amaril to step back in alarm, "Um, Rover, how do you get these to do your biddin'?"
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Rover chuckled and stepped away from his horse over to Avaril.Β Β He let the animal smell him and then patted it's neck before turning to Amaril.Β "Alright.Β Grab ahold of here an' here.Β Stick this foot in the stirrup.Β Then pull an' give that other leg a swing."
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"Right. Right. Okay. Got it," Amaril pulled himself onto the saddle and clung to it like his very life depended on it. It was strange for him because horses had entered Reem folklore as the minions of the wicked hunters. At the moment he felt like a child getting a piggy back from the boogeyman.
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Rover climbed up on top of his horse and patted it.Β "Good boy."Β He looked over at Amaril and laughed.Β "Loosen up, pardner.Β He ain't gonna bite ya...probably."Β Flyspur too climbed up on a tan colored horse with relative ease.Β He had rode various creatures with Rover and was accustomed to the idea
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"Right. Loosen up. I'm only astride a beast that was used to hunt us down. I'm completely okay with this. It's just a dream, It's just a dream..."
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"Aw. The horses didn't know what they was doin." He gave his horse a soft kick and it started towards the edge of town. "Little kick of your heel will get em goin an the reigns will lead em. Though horses like to run together so I don't reckon you'll have too much trouble." Flyspur led his horse beside Rovers with little effort and Amarils seemed to want to go too.
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True to Rover's word, the horse followed along without much direction from Amaril. As they passed through town, the Reem noticed the card player from earlier, speaking with a man wearing a star on his shirt.Β Β
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Flyspur had a intense, thoughtful frown on his face. He was okay with everything that was happening except the inclusion of Deuce.
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Twenty minutes into the ride, There was a loud noise and something whizzed past Amaril's ear. Looking back, he saw the man with the star on his shirt riding hard behind them. "It looks like we have some company, fellas!" the Reem shouted to his companions.Β
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Rover looked behind them.Β "That's the sherrif.Β What's he after us for?"
"Rover...you look exatcly like Deuce.Β He things your him.Β I'm sure of it."
"Oh.Β Well that's easy enough to clear up.Β Yall wait here.Β I'll have a chat with him." He turned his horse around.
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"You know why I'm here, don't you?" There was a rifle aimed at Rover's heart.
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Rover raised both hands, looking alarmed but not as terrified as some might.Β "Ho there, pardner.Β Β You got yourself the wrong man.Β You're lookin' fer Deuce, ain't ya?"
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"You got that right," The wind blew off the other person's hat and a long chestnut braid fell down, "I guess you didn't count on me taking up my father's badge after you and your boys trapped him and shot him dead!"
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Rover blinked in complete surprise.Β "Well, darlin' we was just goin' out to catch the rascal ourselves.Β Heard he was rustlin' cattle."Β Β
Flyspur pulled his horse up beside Rover.Β "He's Deuce's twin,come up from down south to clear the family name."Β Β
Rover glanced over at him with just a slight, impressed grin.Β He knew how to play the game.
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"The woman scrutinized Rover carefully, "Them curls of yours real or did one of your soiled doves do that for you?"
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Rover lifted his hat with a charming grin.Β "Take a gander if ya fancy.Β Natural as dirt."
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"See that creek over there?" The woman flicked her head to the left. "I wantcha to douse your head in it. If your hair dries straight, then I'll know whether I oughtta send you to your grave or not."
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Rover gave a nonchalant shrug and stepped off his horse.Β "It's a mite heatful out today.Β Could use me a good dip.Β Care to join me?"
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The woman kept a straight face and her rifle trained on Rover. "Ain't no time for jokin', Finnegan."
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"Suit yourself."Β He sauntered over to the creek as if he were taking a sunday stroll.Β Flyspur couldn't help but smile at this. Amaril might think it was because he knew he was in a dream...but he knew he would act exactly the same if this were a real life situation.Β Rover bent down, dipped his hat in the creek, filling it to the brim and then dumped it over his head.Β He chuckled a bit as it really did feel good in the western heat.Β He shook his head like a dog, spraying droplets of water everywhere and then walked back to the group.Β Even wet it was completely evident that his red hair was quite curly.Β "Satisfied?"
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The woman lowered her shotgun, "Yep, you're not Deuce. He would've shot back and certainly wouldn't have cooperated so easily. The name's Molly Jameson."
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Rover put his hat back on and shook her hand. "Pleasure, ma'am. Rover Finnigan." He climbed back onto his horse. "What say we catch us some cattle rustlers, Molly?"
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"I'd say that'd make my dad mighty proud. Lead the way, Finnegan!"
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