Arthur Morgan (worsethanwolves) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-08-08 02:28:00 |
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Arthur had borrowed one of the chairs from one of the store fronts and sat himself down, polishing his best pair of boots. He was decked out in his finest duds, well other than the tux, dark slacks had been pressed along with the crisp white shirt he wore under a dark gray, pinstriped, vest. A black leather jacket that would brush the back of his calves when he stood up and put it on hung on the back of the chair he sat in. He'd shaved that morning, but a light dusting of shadow was covering his jaw already. He even polished his hat with a little gun oil. His hair pomaded beneath it. And he was armed, as promised. He had a Mauser pistol strapped to the inside of his thigh. It was plan c after all. He looked absorbed in what he was doing, running the polish brush back and forth over the side of his boot, as he held it in his hands. But looks could be deceiving. |