[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
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[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
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[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
Happy hunting, boo.
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Those farmers, in those various dells.]