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The long road home
It'd been a hell of a night. Mattie was exhausted, but on the last leg of the trip. Elliot was still unconscious, and Mattie silently cussed the man for being able to sleep. But him sleeping was good, it meant he'd stay put. She had no rope to use, so she used Elliot's own gun belt to bind his hands behind his back as he lay on his belly. It wasn't as tight as a rope, but hopefully he wouldn't have the strength to wriggle his way out of it. She also made sure there were no guns in the back with him, and she put her own back into their holster. As she climbed back in the driver seat, her mind was full of images of Bucky. Waking up with his arm around her, kissing him under the stars, being with him. She meant what she'd said, being without him, that wouldn't be a life she'd be interested in anymore, so as she turned the wagon around and fought to keep her eyes open, the thought that he would be waiting for her in Silverado kept her going.
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Boyd was making the long walk back to... he wasn't sure where. He wasn't sure what was left, who was left. He didn't even care about those Starr bastards anymore. The Smith shot his friend. The Harlot scuffled with him. If it was the last thing he did, he'd kill the both of 'em, slow like. Sooner or later, they'd come back to Silverado, and he'd be waiting.
Night turned into morning and still he limped along, hungry, tired, thirsty, so much so he thought it was one of them mirages that he saw, the sonuvabitch smith sleepin' like a baby by the side of a tree. Silent as he could, Sutton crept up on the sleeping man. He had to be careful, since the scuffle in the wagon, which he consoled himself with saying that he'd gotten the better of the whore he tussled with, left him without a gun. But the smith had two, a rifle and a handgun, just ripe for the taking. Boyd reached the rifle first, locking the bolt action as he poked Cody's chest with the barrel to rouse him.
"Here's how it's gonna be little man, " he said, though he wasn't taller than Cody by the least. "You're gonna take your weapon out of the holster real slow and toss it in that there ditch. And maybe if you're lucky, I won't shoot you right here and now."