// I know it’s been a while but 🙇🏻‍♂️

He adds before letting go of her hand. Nodding to her as he snapped his fingers and summoned a paper towel to hold against his neck. Considering she bit him and he was still drawing blood.

“Ah know a guy as well, he could help ya fer that favor incase ah can’t. He’s got mo’ resources”

He added as he sighed.

“..wha’s the favor?”

He asks as he hands her the empty glass.

After all, he’s just one man.

“The second one ah’d be mo’ inclined ta accept.”

He said as he walked over to pick up his dropped pistol and flashbang. Holstering his weapon and snapping his finger. Summoning the small explosive away as he thought

“But this don’ mean my ranch is safe…” +

Aside from the obvious that is. Either he dies here or dies defending his land.

“What kinda deal?”

He asks as he finishes off the drink in his hand.

whatever she gave him. It at least helped ease the pain from his injuries.

“Ah can’t… but ah hope ya can’t blame a man fer actin’ selfish down hea’”

He says sympathetically as she made her counter offer. While skeptical of that odd grin, he really had nothing else to loose at this point. +

anyways.. he’ll prolly still burn it all..”

Roe shakes his head in defeat. As if he was accepting his fate.

his lips as he tosses his gun to the ground carelessly.

He looks back up to her, eyes that were once filled with rage and determination. Now we’re tired and exhausted, as if they’ve seen a hundred lifetimes of the same scenario. Only he was on the winning side.

“…it prolly ain’t gonna matter +

burn down fer someone ah don’ know..”

His hand squeezes the grip of his 1911. The gun begins to shake, one nudge of the trigger and his life is safe. And yet the voice in his head tells him no. Not hers, just him.

He lowers the gun, looking to the ground for a few seconds. A long sigh leaving +

All that blood, sweat, n’ literal hell ah had ta crawl through. Burnt ta the ground if you don’ die!”

His voice carried bass, almost like a roar, a final cry as if he knew he might die.

“This ain’t nothin’ personal.. But ah need ta do this so that ah can live… ah can’t stand ta see my life +

a sense of hopelessness. Even as he pointed the barrel of his gun straight at her.

“Thea’s nothin’ ta negotiate.. y’aint got any idea wha’s on the line fer me”

He huffs out in a frustrated tone.

“Fo’ty years ah been down hea’. Fo’ty fuckin’ years! Ah built that ranch up from the damn ground! +

field of view as he walked around the room, waiting for her to strike. He would rather die here than live to see the consequences anyways.

to see her. But of course, there was no luck.

“Ah ain’t leavin’..”

He grumbled out as he dropped his hand from his neck. Letting it bleed down his shirt and over the light plate carrier he was wearing. It was then an idea sprang in his head.

Carefully, he began to walk forward. Scanning is +

for Velouria. Roe is now completely on edge. His eyes scanning as he gripped his pistol with deadly precision.

or her, trance. Roe raised his gun up and forward firing again, and again to the left and right, and again behind. He shot everything around him until the gun clicked.

His rooted feet broke free and he began to run as he pulled another magazine and quickly reloaded as he spun around and looked +

changing his mind. He didn’t know at this point. His pistol was pointed to the ground as he fought to keep it out of the plastic. He thought about his Ranch, his livestock, everything he worked so hard for and bleed too much for.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆

A shot went off into the floor which snapped Roe out of his,+