[Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis.
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				Title: <strong>[Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 07:37:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/2636868865_2ba65e536c.jpg)<br><em>(The house layout/layout, it is actually in decent repair for the setting)</em><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 08:01:15</strong>
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				He did not know what caused him to stop her. Why his hand instinctively jutted out to grab her by the forearms as she nearly passed him in a huff. The last thing he had expected was to shack up with a complete stranger but he was not about to throw her out was he? In a way he felt she would be safe around him. He knew her intentions, she needed to learn how to shoot before going after the Castle brothers. <strong>"You look far to much like my beloved wife...I was a little stricken." </strong> He confessed lowly, his gaze leaving her for the first time. Uther was a man, off course he had taken notice of her feminine features but he was not about to act upon them. The girls at the saloon satisfied those urges when they surfaced. <br><br><strong>"Don't leave until you can shoot properly, I can't have you going of and killing yourself". </strong><br>Uther's tone changed a little sterner but did manage to release her arm. "You'll have plenty of time to get even, I can't have any innocent blood on my hands..." He said as he got up from the chair and retreated to leave her in peace. Living with someone when he had adjusted to living on his own was rough but it seemed hard for her as well. If he stayed away from her, only spoke when he was teaching her to shoot they could co-inside together until she was ready to move on....he hoped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 14:03:46</strong>
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				<br>As the strong hand reached out and gripped her arm, Sarah's face became a mask of fear and loathing. She willed herself not to scream at the intrusion of a touch she had not welcomed but try as she might the flinch had been evident on her face, the anger and fear could not be hidden from those eyes of hers. Her hand instinctively wanted to reach for her gun but that was in the room with her clothing. His words were the only thing to halt her scream, to still the foot that was raised to kick his shin.<br><br>The low tone, the actual words ... all were unexpected and as she looked at him, he looked away. Her breathing was ragged, unsure of herself around this man but she was grateful when his tone returned to its usual stern reproachfulness and her arm was finally released. She watched him leave the room, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Reminding him of his ex-wife had been the last thing she had thought to do. <br><br>Her hand reached over to massage the part of her arm where he had gripped her. Plenty of time he had said but she didn't think so. Time was of the essence, the Castle brothers were notorious for getting themselves into trouble that it was a wonder they hadn't been shot down before now. It was only a matter of time, gathering the skirts to the dress she moved back to the bedroom and tugged and pulled until the dress hitched to the ground at her feet again. Tears stung at her eyes and she kicked the dress away.<br><br>She couldn't go back to wearing those things, they reminded her far too much of a life they had torn from her. Letting her breathing calm she slowly gathered the garment up and hung it back inside the wardrobe again before glancing at the pressed shirts and trousers on his side. He was bigger than her but so had her husband been, nothing a belt could not fix. <br><br>Sarah took out a cream shirt and pin striped dark trousers, she pulled them on and taking her own belt tightened them to fit, the shirt tucked inside the trousers. A loose knot was put in her hair that hung over her shoulder and she gathered up her own clothing to wash. She did so quietly and hung them outside where the evening air could blow at them. With gun and holster again attached she moved around to the back of the house.<br><br>A fence in need of repair lined the perimeter and picking up a log she stood it atop one of the pickets. The shots rang out first one and then two, the first shot skimmed past the piece of log while the other missed it completely. She swore and blamed the darkening sky, but she wanted to be able to shoot no matter the conditions, no matter what. Rolling the barrel on to the next chamber she steadied her hand to shoot again, picturing the face of Brody Castle as she took aim and fired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 10:49:37</strong>
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				Uther did not bother her the rest of that night. When he was sure she was out of the kitchen he entered to fix himself something to eat before retreating to his room for the night. Inside his room he picked up the dress and held it in his hands as he heard the sound of gunshots outback. He looked out and saw her miss, her aim was terrible but she was holding the gun steady. Steps at a time, she would get there in time he mused before he kicked off his boots and moved to sit at the edge of the bed. His wife's old dress still hung limply in his hand, the urge to guide it to his nose to sniff it could not be ignored. <br><br>It was not his wife's scent but it was similar, it was a comfort, far different from the perfume the girls at the Saloon used. After a long time he finally stripped down and slid into bed, using the dress as a blanket before he slipped into a deep sleep. <br><br>The following morning he was up and gone, unsure if she was awake before him. He gave her the space she might appreciate but not knowing her he was unsure. Uther was serious, he did not want to find her dead or worse at the hand of the Castle brothers so he hoped she would stay around until she was ready to take her fight to them. Life went on as usual for the Marshall, the town was calm but outside the town's borders, the ranches were being attacked and it kept the man and the deputies busy. Some days he would get home late just to sleep and leave, others he would actually nod at the woman but found it hard to look straight out her. He even began checking the tomb daily to make sure and pray to her, ask if she had come back in some form. Uther had never been a man of faith but talking to a gravestone made sense to him. <br><br>(Skip ahead a week? Then pick it up one evening?) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 17:32:43</strong>
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				Time drifted by aimlessly and one day seemed to meld into the next, Sarah woke one morning and stared at the ceiling overhead. The house was deathly quiet and her skin was cold and clammy, the early morning sunlight broke in through a chink in the drapes but it wasn't this that had woken her. She was letting them get away! Her nightmares had returned in full force and weary she hauled herself from bed and splashed cold water on to her face. <br><br>Pulling on her clothes she walked out to the kitchen, it was empty of the Marshall but she found that she genuinely didn't mind that in the least. She needed the quiet to still her thoughts and put them to some order. Still there was no wanted poster up for the Castle brothers in town and this bothered her no end, it made her feel as if the town itself was hiding them and that meant the sheriff too. Skipping breakfast and coffee she checked her gun for cartridges before taking a rifle from the den. She didn't have many bullets for that, she figured they were under lock and key somewhere but her own hand gun would do.<br><br>She moved through the town quietly, guiding her horse that she had brought to the stables at the far end of town. He had been fed well, rested well and perfectly groomed. Tempted as she was to pay extra for the services, she didn't. She didn't gallop out but kept a nice steady trot so as not to bring attention to herself. Her stetson hung low over her eyes, her poncho on once again, she looked pretty much as she did the first day she had rode into town ... only cleaner. She was determined to ride to whatever holdings were on the periphery of the town, surely the brothers were waiting out in one of them but sitting twirling a gun was not an option any more. <br><br>She had practiced and practiced until she felt her fingers would go numb, the Marshall had said she wasn't to leave until she could shoot properly ... well now she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 23:39:50</strong>
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				It was Sunday morning when a young boy, a stable hand, from the stables interrupted him laying flowers at the tombstone of his wife and child. He nervously explained that the woman had taken her horse out moments ago. Uther had paid the young man daily to keep an eye out for the woman and her horse since he felt she would attempt to go off on her own. He knew she would get herself killed if she was not ready, it took a lot to look a man in the face and take his life even if hatred and vengeance was on her mind! <br><br>Uther thanked the boy and went to retrieve his horse after learning in which direction she had gone. Finding her tracks he decided to follow, wondering if she was actually going to Fort Mercer but found she was going towards one of the abandoned ranches out of the city limits. It was a place one did not go without being prepared but he did not rush to her rescue. Uther would look out for her, keep his distance and see how she reacted. If she really wanted her vengeance, she would have to realize the difference between shooting cans and shooting a living, breathing person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 16:06:46</strong>
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				The heat of the sun didn't bother her, she was well used to it and rode her horse had a comfortable cantor once away from the town. She had plenty of water in her canteen and planned on being out skirting the area for a while. The Marshall never returned to the house until late into the afternoon any how and more times than not the evenings were devoid of him too, she didn't mind at all. What he did with his time was his own business, but it meant that she could go out unhindered to the ranch house that was first on her list. <br><br>Before she came to the building, she alighted from her horse and quietly made her way behind a small hillock where she tied her horse to a small tree. Getting to her knees she crawled upwards so she could see just over the ridge to the house. It looked derelict, as if no one had even squatted inside it not mind lived there. Patiently she watched the place and after twenty minutes or so, with sweat beading on her forehead she unleashed her horses reigns and guided him on foot to the house. <br><br>A shutter blew back and forth in the wind, slamming noisily against the house but that was the only noise she could detect. Sarah tied the horse up to the porch railing and slowly withdrew the rifle from the saddle holster. She swallowed nervously, this was not like how she imagined it would feel. She wasn't even sure if there was anyone inside and yet her stomach was a knot of apprehension. The rifle was cocked and primed and she held it ready before her as she tapped the door open with the toe of her boot. Gradually she moved in and listened carefully, nothing but the banging shutter.<br><br>Further she moved through the house, wondering if a fate similar to her own, had befallen the owners of this homestead. Her horse whinnied outside and she turned with her rifle trained on the front door but no one came in. Her heart slammed in her chest so loud it sounded like the shutter and its erratic beating against wall and broken window frame. Slowly she turned from it and moved towards the kitchen at the rear of the house, if someone were to have stayed recently here then surely they would have left evidence there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 01:03:56</strong>
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				Uther had no choice but to hitch his hose with hers and follow on foot. The old ranch house had been long abandoned by the family that once worked it. The bank foreclosed it down before the family had a chance to turn a decent harvest or profit from the cattle so moved back leaving the home. Off course the bank had "Private property" signs but they were ignored and the home was used by various passing outlaws and travelers brave enough to sleep in the home. <br><br>The house was in near ruin, the roof had a few holes and parts of the walls were nothing but planks from various lootings. Old wanted posters, empty cans and bottles littered the carpet of dust and scuffed wood floors. Whoever was passing by made sure to take their wanted posters with them in order to stop being recognized. <br><br>Uther watched from the outside of the house, scanning around to make sure no one was around and even cleared the barn before making his way back into the house.<br><br>Inside the house on a old barrel stood a fresh stacked of papers ripped off of the boards in town. It belonged to a cattle thief, a gringo with two missing front teeth and a ugly mop of light brown hair. The kitchen seemed recently occupied, a pile of embers smoldering at the corner of the room in an old adobe stove pit. Foot steps came from behind her, closing in on her fact. It belonged to the "gringo" and he was pissed someone was following him... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 17:12:32</strong>
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				She felt distinctively as if someone were watching her or there with her and a cold shiver went through her. Goosebumps erupted over her flesh and she tried to keep herself from shaking. Her boots made the slightest noise on the wooden floor but in the silence of the house it all seemed greatly amplified. So much so that when a floor board creaked she let her foot hover for a moment, trying to decide whether the sound had been made by her or someone else. Deciding she was only creeping herself out she tried to calm her erratic breathing and move on.<br><br>The kitchen was empty and she frowned, Sarah had been certain that this was where the brothers had been holding up, it had seemed such a perfect location for them. Close to town to get supplies and for the bar and women, as well as throwing bounty hunters off their trail. Who would think to look so close to a Marshalled town for them? As she moved around the small kitchen she glanced to the stove, the embers inside were still heated. She could see the amber hue of the burning coals. Someone was here!<br><br>She no sooner realised it and turned when she felt the blow wallop across her cheek. Sarah had time to see the filthy dark features of the large man before she crumbled to the floor, her rifle spinning out of her hand as she thumped against the kitchen table, both knocks dazed her sufficiently to render her incapacitated to the smirking 'gringo'.<br><br><br><hr><br>(ooc - just realised we're still posting at Wrynn's home but are far from it, do you want us to move the last few posts to the necessary thread and continue? )
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 05:46:48</strong>
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				"Who the fuck are you!" <br>The gringo roared foolishly, his lanky skinny arm not packing that strong of a punch. Paranoia had fueled the man, he was a petty criminal but even petty crimes meant brutal punishment if caught. No one wanted to be caught, much less in Marshall Wrynn's watch. He had yet to notice she was a woman, another shadow approached and as the man turned to face it, he suddenly was pushed backward after the sound of a revolver went off. The man felt back into the wall clutching his arm tightly, staring furiously at the man approaching before he reached for his gun. <br><br><em>PING! </em> Another shot rang out and the man's hand trembled as if he had a sudden attack of the shakes. His gun lay across the room, closer to the woman then the Gringo before Uther made his appearance known to her. <strong>"You still hesitate to shoot...you were caught off guard by this nobody..."</strong> He commented without trying to insult her. The truth was, she did not have the nerve to shoot, to kill just yet. <br><br><strong>"Tie him up, bring him into the post master's office, use the money to buy some more ammunition to continue practicing. I told you, I don't want to find you dead somewhere..."</strong> He said darkly towards her before he turned his attention back to the bleeding gringo, his gun was still cocked. <strong>"He is wanted dead or alive...."</strong> Uther added as he stared the man down from his barrel. It was clear the Marshall was the kind of man to just bring back the head but that did not mean she had to be like him. <br><br>Holstering his gun he stepped aside and let her take over, perhaps bringing in a bounty would build her confidence up, he really did not expect it to build up over night. <br><br>(I made the surrounding areas in this area, once she tackles the bigger areas we will make a separate thread) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 12:14:06</strong>
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				Her stetson askew on her head blocked the feminine features beneath as anger and frustration distorted the gringo's perception. Sarah winced, holding her jaw with one hand and blinking away the stinging tears that threatened while she looked at where her rifle had fallen. It was only slightly out of her reach but he was too close. She glanced up slowly as he roared at her only to see the approaching figure behind him. Instinct made her duck no matter how low she already was, when the shot tore across the man's arm. <br><br>As the struggle ensued Sarah got her wits together and scrambled for her rifle or the one she had taken from the Marshall's house. She got to her feet just as another shot rang out and Sarah glanced down as the handgun slithered across the floor to her feet. Stooping to pick it up she held it by its handle as if it were contaminated somehow before realising she should at least point it at the man who had&nbsp; punched her. She refused to look at the Marshall's face for fear of seeing fury there at her disobedience. <br><br>He had followed her, that much was obvious and she was too damn grateful right now at being alive to think about what sort of crap he would give her. His voice however gave her some semblance of comfort, there was no steel behind the words but he wasn't here to hold her hand and she knew he was right. If this had been one of the Castle brothers, she could very well have been in the same position she had been so long ago. The thought angered her greatly, she could not hesitate, she had to leave emotion aside and get on with revenge. She had to stop feeling with the pathetic emotions of a woman.<br><br>At the Marshall's words she glanced about for something to tie the gringo up with, wondering what it would matter if she had been found dead. She was a nobody even to the Marshall. A small rope lay in the bottom of one of the presses, so she took it out and pulled the man's arms behind his back earning a wince and some seriously vulgar expletives. For a moment she flinched, her hat fell off to the side, secured only by its drawstring and the gringo stared at her over his shoulder.<br><br><em>"I could have had me some of that" </em>he snarled, showing blackened and yellow teeth. Sarah steeled herself not to react again as she wound the rope around the man's wrists and tied really a hard knot, hiding a smile when his skin chaffed against the rope. The Marshall wanted her to take him in, she pushed the man's gun into her other holster that so far had been empty by her side. With rifle in her other hand she pushed the gringo towards the door.<br><br><strong>"To the post masters office?"</strong> she asked suddenly looking to the Marshall properly for the first time, <strong>"Why not your own? How will the post master lock him up?" </strong>maybe questioning him wasn't the right thing to do but even so, she wasn't going to get any where if she didn't speak her mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 03:26:08</strong>
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				<strong>"Post Master is for bounty hunters, they have a holding cell and send him out by coach to the Mexican town of Santa Rosa, nearest train round these parts. You bring him to my jail, there is a chance he will not walk out alive, his bounty and crime is low enough not to warrant death or a hanging." </strong><br>Uther explained, turning to look over the gringo that suddenly did not look very threatening as he had earlier. The Marshall led her back towards their horses, moving in silence for the most part until they were unhitching them. <br><br><strong>"I suggest you either tag along with one of my deputies or myself for a while, at least until you become less jumpy. Steel your nerves or you ain't going to finish what you started."</strong> The Marshall said, setting his horse to follow her's pace all the way back to town. Once they arrived, he nodded and went into a separate direction then her. If she chose to return to the house later that night it would be a pleasant surprise. He would not admit it, but even if they rarely spoke, having company had been nice. <br><br>(Pick up at the town? Or summarize her time in town and pick it up at the house? Your call)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 16:29:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Sarah and Marshall Wrynn continued here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107518.new#new)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 17:42:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The Evening before Uther and Sarah set off to find the Castle Brothers </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 18:02:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_laq7bxEF4g1qzd1axo1_500.jpg)</div><br>Sarah was not the only one to go under subtle changes. He was taken aback when he saw the woman make use of his wife's clothing but out of that he found the clothing of a rancher, the clothes he wore before he began to walk with the black duster and hat that made him look like death itself. His reputation had not wavered, no one could claim that Uther had suddenly become merciful. <br><br>That evening he sat at the table in his kitchen, waiting for the woman with a vendetta to arrive. The table held both his revolvers, two rifles and a few boxes of ammunition to split between the two. Uther was serious when he told her they would be be gone for a few days and the last thing he wanted was to find themselves ill prepared without ammunition, food or supplies. His hands were steady, the influence of liquor long gone. <br><br>The Marshall of Oasis had taken a personal interest in the woman's hunger for revenge but he was unsure why. Was it because she was a spit image of his deceased wife? Her face confused him, it was as if it was her but not. In her day she was a tough and ruthless woman but not like Sarah, she never had hate in her heart and that was evident when he saw her raise their child. A tear rolled down his cheek before he was able to wipe it away. Uther had never grieved and hardly accepted she was gone. <br><br>He took control of his emotions and murmured a prayer, the one he had heard her say over their son's crib. His faith had been long gone but those few words helped his tormented soul. This had to be done, he was sure of that. It was men like the Castle brothers who had ruined his own life. The cancer of hate was still strong within Uther. His fingers threaded bullets into the bandolier before he tore down his rifles, cleaned and made sure they were in working order. He wondered if Sarah would grow yellow at the last moment.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 17:05:37</strong>
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				Her heart hammered loudly in her chest, this was it. This was all she had planned, all she had been training for so why was she nervous, why did she feel as if her throat were so dry it would close up and kill her? The dress was neatly folded over her arm as she made her way to the Marshalls home and once again like on many occasions opened the door and let herself in without waiting to be told. She was always amazed at herself for making herself feel so at home here, she also hated herself strongly for it. <br><br>Entering the kitchen she saw him there, he looked completely different as if he were just a normal cowboy going about his business. It tugged at her heart but she stiffened and made her presence known.<br><strong>"I returned the dress. I should not have taken it without your permission ... I went to church earlier"</strong> she told him, not exactly sure why she had to say anything. Her gaze fell to the weapons on the table and knew he was preparing for the following day. She would too but her nerves were raw and she was so afraid that she would back down now. She didn't want to, they had taken everything from her - tomorrow was supposed to be her revenge, their penance, her retribution. <br><br><strong>"I'll hang it back up"</strong> she told him moving to the master room once again as if she were as familiar with it as she had been her own. There was so much about this man that she didn't know and part of her wanted him to tell her, to share his own ghosts as she had shared hers but that was for him to disclose without her haranguing him. The dress was placed back inside the wardrobe, her hand gently touching the fabric. Her days of wearing these things was long gone, she shouldn't have worn something that belonged to a dead woman but then wasn't she herself dead? Hadn't the woman, the mother, the wife that she had been died the day the Castle brothers murdered her husband and unborn child, raped her and left her for dead.<br><br>The woman standing here was a far cry from that one, she felt her throat constrict and her hands shake. Was she utterly dead inside? Was she no longer a woman because they had taken it all from her? Could she ever love, feel, touch again? Would killing them bring anything back? No ... but what of the answer to all the rest. Sarah turned her head in the direction of the door and moved quietly back to the kitchen. Removing her hat she swallowed hard, not sure what she was about to do but spending this night, possibly her last on earth alone was not an option she wanted.<br><br>Her hat landed on the table atop some of his guns, her hands shook and her legs trembled. Beneath her poncho was simply her bare skin, her leather trousers and gunbelt. She lifted the poncho up and off her head, her full rounded breasts pimpling with goosebumps when she did so, the cool air and the friction of the woolen cloth had already teased her nipples to hard nubs.<br><strong>"If this is to be my last night ... share it with me."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 06:04:34</strong>
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				Uther nodded but did not say much when she first came in and apologized for using the dress. She had done it a few times in the past few weeks and he did mind at first but realized it was being used and it was what she would have wanted. "It's alright." He said as she retreated out the kitchen and up to his bedroom as he finished cleaning and rebuilding the rifles. His hands were greased from lubing the mechanisms of the weapons and putting them aside when she walked back into the room. <br><br>His eyes turned to her for a moment before he went back to his preparations until she lowered her hats on his work station and he looked up at her with curious eyes as he removed the poncho from her body. Like any man, Uther's eyes widened and he sat their enthralled by the revelation of tan flawless skin and round firm breasts before she made a request he never figured would come from her lips. He was not a married man anymore but he was a loyal one after he was. The woman before him looked so much like her it felt worse then stepping out on her with a saloon girl like many other men would on their wives in the little town. <br><br><strong>"Sarah..."</strong>He began, the lust in his voice breaking through as he looked at her body. She was offering herself to him, a night that she believed would be her last but he did not want to think about that. Uther rose from his seat and walked towards her, swallowed hard as he stared down at her body before pushing her back to the wall.<strong> "Are you sure...."</strong> The man nearly growled, not even giving her a chance to change her mind as his hands undid at the gun belt that slung on her hips. <br><br>It felt wrong, he could not look her in the eyes, afraid of what he might see, afraid he might wake up from a nightmare where she was not dead and his son still slept between them. His own hat was tossed aside, followed by his shirt before he embraced her tightly and managed to bury his face into her neck. He sniffed, she even smelled like her, or was the lingering scent of perfume from the dresses she borrowed? With a sudden surge of strength he picked her up and carried her up the stairs until he was able to lay her on the bed before his hand moved down to his pants, undoing the belt and jeans as quickly as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 18:08:58</strong>
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				Any second now she would change her mind and feel the burn of mortification sting her hard but then the Marshall said her name and in such a way that she could not look anywhere else but at him. She saw how his gaze drank in her body and watched as he rose slowly from his chair. Somehow she felt this was going to be harder than facing down the Castle brothers on the morrow. No other man had touched her before Sean and no other would have had it not been for the three she was intent on killing. Gradually he walked towards her, looking at her body the entire time. <br><br>She wanted him to look at her face, just once but he didn't, he pushed her back against the wall. The very air was sucked out of her as he growled his question, his hands already fumbling to remove her gun belt. Lust and hunger spurned her on, the knowledge that she really could be dead in another few hours and she did not want to die with the knowledge that the last hands to touch her had been violent torturous abusive hands. Marshall's would blot that memory out somehow, even for a small while. Still he did not look at her face and she wondered why not, was she so terrible to look at?<br><br>Somehow it didn't really matter though, the less she saw of his strange eyes the less possibly the better. She could imagine that the hands that were on her were Sean's and that this was their last time together. Her own hands moved then of their own accord, helping him to free himself of his shirt.<br><strong>"Yes"</strong> she said breathlessly when suddenly his arms wrapped tight about her. She had not expected the embrace and her own arms clung to him as if in dire need of it. His face buried deep into her neck and she was certain he sniffed her, smelt her. It was a strange notion to get but she genuinely was certain of it. The notion had little time for fruition however as he suddenly picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.<br><br>Sarah buried her own face this time in to the crook of his neck and smiled a little finding herself inhaling his own scent. It was nothing like Sean's had been, no scent of farm animals upon him but his masculine sweat worked like a pheromone to her starved senses and when he placed her on to the bed she moaned softly. Watching him a brief moment undoing his pants, she fumbled with her own. Pushing the leather down over curved yet slender hips, lifting her bottom up from the bed to shimmy the garment down further, her eyes did not once leave his body. <br><br>She didn't want words, she didn't want to be told promises or hear false compliments. All she wanted was the comfort that he and only he could give her this night. Her legs kicked off the rest of the trousers, her naked body now revealed to him. The triangular patch of hair between her legs a lighter shade than the hair on her head. She looked disheveled already but mouthwatering for it and in a desert, there are sometimes more than one Oasis to be found. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 05:58:16</strong>
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				His hands were quick and skilled with his pants, dropping them to the floor to reveal the thick swelling cock. He did not need the build up he would expect normally from a saloon girl, this was something familiar yet foreign. She looked to much like Clara down to the detail of her triangle trimmed patch of pubic hair. His eyes rolled up her body, deep in lust until he met her eyes. <em>You look just like her...</em> He thought to himself before he stepped out of the pants to walk forward.<br><br>Bending forward he placed his hands on her knees to part them before settling between them. He did not know what to say, Uther was a man of action not words and this was no different. Grabbing at himself he choked up on his own hardening shaft before he pressed it at the the swollen folds to the waiting slit. Glancing between them he sunk himself in and was surprised to find just how excited she was and how that itself made him throb with his own arousal before he sank deep into her body, stretching parts of her that had not seen a man in a long time! <br><br>Uther trapped a deep groan in his throat as his chest pressed against her soft inviting breasts. Both hands slid along her sides, bracing himself on the bed as he drew out of her for the first time only to greedily thrust back into her after locking his knees onto the bed. The position was far to intimate for such an encounter but he reminded it by burying his face into her neck, ravaging her neck with hungry kisses and nibbles as he began to pound away into her tight little ore. <br><br>This was not act of love making, it was fucking, something that had been building up since they had met and when Sarah began to dress like his deceased wife and love of his life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 01:29:54</strong>
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				He seemed as eager as she to divest his clothing, Sarah did not once take her eyes from his body as he did so. Forcing herself to look, to get past the brutality of the last time she had been with a male. This time it was her choosing, her consent not the pillaging and plundering of her body and soul that the Castle brothers had committed. Their gang rape had left her all but dead, this with Marshall was like a rebirth, an awakening she needed to get her through the next day. <br><br>The sudden touch of his hands to her knees jolted her, she had been so deep in thought as she had stared at him that even for a brief moment she had allowed herself to feel like a woman again. To be that woman she had been before all of this sorry mess had occurred. Marshall had stared at her, his eyes riveted to hers as if he were seeing someone else, someone familiar. With the touch of skin on skin, Sarah came back to the real world again. Torn through the space of her own thoughts to experience this coupling for what it was worth. <br><br>A gasp tore from her lips as he pressed his engorged phallus to her sex, her legs were spread apart for him and biting on her lower lip she felt her body tremble, buck as if it would fight him from her. A natural instinct to fight and run overwhelmed her but she pushed it down deep, closing her eyes and thinking of Sean. Suddenly it was different, she heard the sound of breathing and believed it was his. This could be the last touch, her way of saying goodbye as she had been unable to before. <br><br>She felt him push inside, press into her and her hands clenched to his shoulders tightly. She wanted to bury her face into his shoulder but chose instead to open her eyes and look at him. Sarah felt the excitement in her body now, the raw ache that had been dormant since they had murdered her husband. He plunged deep and she gasped, whimpered at the invasion to her sex that had not seen activity in the longest time.<br><br>His body lowered on to hers, mashed together chest to breasts she gasped and clung again to him as he pulled out. Her legs instinctively wrapping about his own, as if preventing him from leaving her but she needn't have feared for within seconds he delved back into the tight warm folds of her sopping sex. His mouth now tore along her neck, kissing and nipping at her as he began to thrust into her. Sarah's hands slid around his body, splaying across his back as she held on for her life. This was what she wanted, what she needed. It meant nothing though a part of her was using it to mean everything at the same time. <br><br>Her body bucked up to meet his, her head falling back so her neck was elongated more for his devastation. Her legs disentangled themselves from him and fell open, spread onto the bed as his locked onto it. Her eyes closed again and she turned her face towards his own, kissing along the side of his own face, nipping at his earlobe and moaning loudly her pleasure against his ear.<br><br>She called a name but it seemed elusive, inaudible compared to the slapping of flesh and the moans she made that were far louder. Finally her mouth sought his own, her fingers moving to curl into his hair and direct his face to hers. Hungrily she kissed him, the sex meant nothing. This was what she wanted, the intimacy of that kiss, that hunger, the passion. Devouring him with her insatiable hunger she gasped a name again and again through the slight pants of air she stole.<br><strong>"Sean ... Sean."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 05:01:55</strong>
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				Uther did not show it but he always had a keen mind. It did not take long for him to realize that they where both damaged in their own ways. He could not take offense to the name she called him, his own wife's name had slipped between his thrust. It was ironic the two of them had found themselves wrapped around one another. What was her story? Uther wondered what had led them to this moment. His cock thrust and took freely everything it wanted from her body. She was no loose woman skipping out on her husband, it was evident in her body, the resistance it took from a lover in what he could imagine was a very long time. <br><br>He was pulled from his little world, his own eyes closed as he saw the face of his wife which remarkably similar to Sarah's. His lids opened, catching her face twisted in building pleasure. <strong>"....Uther..." </strong>He sought to correct her, perhaps hearing his name on her lips would complete what he wanted, giving him that last bit of closure of loosing her. <strong>"Clara..."</strong> Uther mumbled lowly before his hand slid under her back to pull her into his thrust. The turgid flesh began to throb, signaling what was also a very delicate topic. Clara had given him a son, a boy to raise and a family to support. It was what had pushed him to become an honest man. <br><br>The Marshall had his romps with the Saloon girls but all he wanted was plant his seed in the woman that looked like Clara, the love of his life and mother of his children.<strong> "Never leave me again."</strong> He said lowly against her lips, kissing her back with the equal passion she had kissed him before he felt himself explode deep inside of her body, filling her walls with his essence. <br><br>Walls were shattering all around him, Uther had not felt so exposed in many years it was dangerous... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 17:03:34</strong>
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				It was only when he uttered another name entirely that she realised whose name was slipping from her very lips. A small gasp escaped her then as she looked up at the man pumping into her as if he too had been waiting for this coupling for too long. That was his name then, Uther. Her hands slid along his sides, across to the small of his back where her fingers splayed out and she aided his thrusts into her as her limbs wrapped about him.<br><strong>"U ... Uther"</strong> she repeated, unable to look from him and when he in turn whispered the name Clara, it was Sarah's turn to feel affronted. <br><br>Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew the name he called must be his wives, she hadn't thought a man like the Marshall would have stayed celibate in his widowed state and had genuinely thought the girls at the Saloon had favoured him with their special gifts in his moments of need. For men seemed to crave this far more than women in her opinion and yet now he touched her, penetrated her as if she were more than simply Sarah, the woman he had helped to train into gun fighting.<br><strong><br>"Sarah"</strong> she corrected him in a soft voice, needing to hear it as much as he had and when Uther whispered again against her lips, never to leave him, Sarah felt the sharp pain of memory hit her hard. She had not left, they had. They had been taken from her just as it seemed the wife and child of this man had been taken from him. As his mouth assailed her in a deep hard passionate kiss, Sarah responded to every nuance of it.<br><br><strong>"I won't leave"</strong> she whispered, perhaps simply assuring him and herself for the losses they had both accumulated. If it was what he needed in that moment, she would give it to him, give anything to him just as he was giving this now to her. Her arms wrapped tight about him, holding him so very close. <br><strong>"I won't leave"</strong> she repeated, not sure what the morrow would bring and for once, not caring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 04:20:48</strong>
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				He had truly lost himself in time, a time where he was happy and his heart beat for his family. Before he lost it all and became the shell of a man he know was. It was maddening that the woman moaning his name was not his beloved wife, that their son was not swaddling in his crib or deep asleep in the room over. His world had been turned upside down since this look alike returned but he did not have time to focus on anything but the overwhelming physical connection he felt. <br><br><strong>"Sarah..."</strong> He moaned her name lowly with a pathetic shortness of breath. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest, his skin had grown warm and shiny from the sheen of sweat. The scent of sex filled the room with every passing minute. Uther's thrusting continued, his body caught in the sensual dance of lovers, his cock finding her body the perfect fit. It was different from the saloon girls, it was true intensity for a chance and it only spurred him on! <strong>"Ohhh Sarah."</strong> He mumbled in between another kiss even if she had identified herself as someone different from Clara. In that moment it was no longer Sarah and Sean nor Uther and Clara, it was Uther and Sarah! <br><br>Burying his face into her neck he delivered the last few strokes, his arms wrapped around her body to hold and claim tightly. Uther's chest pressed against her&nbsp; breasts, the heat between them becoming almost uncomfortable. Panting against her neck he moaned loudly, his cock throbbing within her tight walls. The sound of their bodies slapping together was almost lewd. With a final groan the man began to pant and grunt as he shamelessly began to coat her inner walls with his release! <strong>"Don't"</strong> He panted lowly as he released spurts of thick heat into her body, nearly completing their union. <br><br>What was transpiring between them was unknown, this was the final night before he would lead her to the mines to complete her vengeance. Would the two of them survive the attack? Those thoughts were the last thing on his mind, all he wanted to do was enjoy the sensation of being close to another person for the first time in years. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 15:40:28</strong>
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				It felt as if the world were beginning and ending in those moments, as if he had given her back far more than he perhaps could ever know. What the Castle brothers had taken from her could never be returned, but a fragment of the woman she had been before they had deviled everything was lit again thanks to Uther. Her name moaned low from his lips caught at her heart, tugged and pulled on the broken organ until it seemed to beat again. Her body responded to every touch from his as if she had known his hand and lips before or perhaps it was simply the familiarity with how he lavished his caresses on her that made her think this way.<br><br>His face buried into the crook of her neck and she found herself clinging to him, willing the tide that was about to engulf them to wait a while. Wishing for this night not to end for she knew what was at the other end of it ... blood and death, possibly her own but hopefully the brothers. Their lips kissed hungrily again until he climaxed deep within her. Sarah didn't care, she continued to wrap herself around him and sheath him as he unloaded all of his seed into her. Her womb was damaged now, barren of life and barren of hope because of what the Castle brothers had done. Her own orgasm came soon after he uttered that singular word. <br><br>She knew not what he referred to and highly doubted he had meant her not to orgasm, no she decided he was still asking her not to leave, issuing it this time as a command of sorts as if that could be obeyed when all else failed. Her eyes opened and she wished things could be different, wished things could work out so that they could find some degree of happiness in this world together but she was practical, knew how life worked and this, she believed was all they were going to get. With some measure of control she rolled them to their sides, letting one hand move to stroke his face and hair.<br><strong>"Shhhh"</strong> her voice was an attempt to lull them both to sleep and closing her eyes was grateful when it came.<br><br>Sarah didn't think herself capable of either looking at him as they lay together or of actually sleeping, but sleep did come. Possibly the best sleep she had in the longest time but it did not prevent her from waking early. Looking at him as dark and light vied for supremacy outside, morning threatening to arrive she felt far too soon, Sarah extricated herself from him and his bed. With great care she climbed out of the bed and dressed as silently and swiftly as she could before looking at him one last time and leaving.<br><br>The deputy had show her map after map of the area for weeks, she knew or felt she knew every nook and cranny now and if they were holed up at the mines then she would go there alone. Uther didn't have to get any more involved than what he already was. The air was still chilled when she stepped outside and saddled up her horse. As she rode through the town she didn't look back once, didn't think her resolve would hold out if she did. She had a job to do and she intended to see it through.<br><br><br><div align="center">contd., HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132186.new#new)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Oasis] Marshall Wrynn's Home and Surronding areas outside of Oasis. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 05:21:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Continued here... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132186.0)</div>
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