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He takes the final step, lifts the lantern to flood the empty station with light, and sees a man laying on his stable floor.
He’s brunette, sweating, breathing unsteadily. There’s blood wiped messily on his forehead, down his neck. Half laying, half sitting up against the stack of haybales Buck keeps at the bottom of this station, he’s got one bloody hand pressed to his right thigh, which is caked with crimson. His other hand rests wearily on the Colt that’s tucked into the waistband of his pants.
Gale’s heart jumps, he wishes suddenly that he really did have a rifle, but when the man sees that Buck’s unarmed he raises the hand slowly, in a shaky surrender.
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“You got a name?” Buck asks, in an attempt to distract.
The stranger swallows and takes a deep breath. “Bucky.”
Buck almost pauses in his work. He scoffs and shakes his head. “I’ll be damned.”
“Why’s that?”
“People call me Buck.”
Bucky huffs out a pained laugh, which quickly devolves into a groan. When he’s finished, he says, “Goddamn fate.”-
The one where stablehand Gale finds outlaw John “Bucky” Egan bleeding out in his stables.
(The sequel, seven miles out of freedom town, has been posted.)
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- Part 4 of nothing but blue skies
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18 Oct 2025
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Some things in life you just take as they are. Gravity. Oxygen. The sun coming up every day. Buck-and-Bucky.
Things change at the camp.
Or, actually, that's not quite it.
At the camp, things expand.
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10 Oct 2025
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How Do I Love Thee? by SilverSkiesAtMidnight for smallzita
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28 Nov 2024
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The first letter arrived right to Tim's desk.
He didn’t think much of it at first. It was a plain white thing, a tidy little card tucked unobtrusively in amongst the stack of memos and reports from other departments that his secretary had left on his desk. He spent several minutes getting settled before he even really glanced at it.
Finally, he began scanning his stack, zeroing in on the card only because it looked more interesting than a memo.
The cardstock was good quality. It landed in his palm with a satisfying schlak.
The handwriting on the card was… odd.
Neat, perfectly legible, but shaky - like a child anxiously practicing their letters. It was so nice speaking with you the other day, it read. I hope you’ll make time for me again sometime soon!
It was punctuated with a little crooked smiley face that had been crossed out and redrawn, too carefully to look natural. The eyes were perfect, ballpen circles.
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26 Sep 2025
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There was a time when they couldn’t get enough of each other; when they would tell each other everything about their lives, only they didn’t need to, with how deeply immersed they were in one another. There was a time when he would’ve known if Paul was in the same city as him.
John sees Paul in the street while he's in Liverpool for a break. It's funny, because neither of them knew the other would be in town. And John can't figure out why that is.
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24 Sep 2025
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George, Ringo, and the fervid wiles of Hamburg, 1960.
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21 Sep 2025