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Post by Tag Along on Oct 24, 2011 4:06:13 GMT -5
Lillian Wellsley was a woman with a broken heart. No, she was a bloodthirsty woman with a broken heart. And she was out for revenge.
Her brother - her best friend in the world, the person she had been closest to, had loved more than anyone else - had been killed. Shot, murdered in cold blood, by a drunk outlaw who had more gambling debts than he had teeth. Rafe had simply been trying to help the man, but he'd turned on him and shot him straight through the heart.
She found herself in a one-horse town with barely a cent to her name after sending her brother's casket on the first train home. But she hadn't any intention of leaving just yet. She was on a mission to employ a willing Marshall or Bounty Hunter to help her find the man who'd killed her brother, John Clancey. Just the thought of him made Lillian grit her teeth, anger boiling in her belly. The owner of the boarding house in which she was currently staying had recommended someone to her, and now she found herself standing in the doorway of his office. She knocked, clearing her throat.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 26, 2011 22:43:45 GMT -5
Jack Kelly had his boot heels propped up on his desk, hat pulled down low over his eyes as he turned the page of the dime novel he was reading. Things had been a bit slow lately. When he heard the door open, Jack lifted his head slightly and said, "can I help you, ma'am?" ((This is totes true grit style  ) |
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 2:05:40 GMT -5
((Yep! I just watched the movie the other night and HAD to make an AU thread  )) "Jack Kelly?" she asked, stepping into his office, wringing her hands in nervousness. "I'd like to employ you." |
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 8:11:27 GMT -5
Jack raised an eyebrow at her. He studied her for a minuute, what could this girl possibly want from him? He folded his hands and rested them on the desk.
"I don't corral cheating husbands or thieving best friends. Samuel Beckett does that sort of work."
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 8:27:31 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes at him, stepping forward, more confident now. "It's not so trivial as that, Mr. Kelly," she retorted, bitterness extremely evident in her voice. "I'm looking for..." she paused for a second to let out a breath. "I'm looking for the man who killed my brother."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 8:48:11 GMT -5
"Well that is definitely more interesting. Take a seat and tell me everything you know." Jack motioned his hand toward the chair in front of his desk.
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 9:07:36 GMT -5
Lillian did so, folding her hands demurely in her lap and licking her lips before starting on the story. She told him about John Clancey, and how he owed a lot of people a lot of money. She told him about her brother, Rafe Wellsley, who had connections to most of these people and had offered to help Mr. Clancey, out of the goodness of his heart. Then, in a night of drunken gambling, Mr. Clancey had acquired more debts. Rafe happened to be walking into the saloon at the same time Mr. Clancey was walking out. He got out his gun and shot him, then rode off.
"There were no actual eyewitnesses, just the patrons still inside the saloon that heard the gunshot and Mr. Clancey running away on his horse. They say he ran west, toward the mountains, but nobody has pursued him. And that's why I came to you." She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, watching him expectantly.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 9:12:55 GMT -5
Jack scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "It just don't make sense. He didn't take anything from your brother? No money, anything of value?"
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 9:31:08 GMT -5
"I don't know. Nobody knows what Rafe had on him that night, so for all we know, Clancey could have taken anything, everything." Lillian bit her lip, then leaned forward. "I do know that Rafe possessed some gold... I believe that Clancey knew this, and that's why he killed him."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 9:38:53 GMT -5
"You know where your brother kept the gold? Your brother didn't seem like a stupid man, so I would assume he hid it somewhere." Jack said with a grin. "Meaning, if Clancy did find out he probably wanted your brother to take him to it. Obviously your brother wasn't going to do that."
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 9:42:42 GMT -5
"Well, obviously," Lillian replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "The thing is, nobody in the boarding house saw Clancey come in that night, so I think Rafe must have had the gold on him. Nothing of the sort was found on his body, so Clancey took it."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 9:54:05 GMT -5
"Don't be so sure of yourself. Sometimes these things are never what they seem," Jack stood up from his seat and strode around the desk. He hooked his thumbs on his pockets. "Alright I'll take the case."
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 9:57:07 GMT -5
Lillian stood up, not letting the fact that she was a good several inches shorter than him detract from her confidence. "I am willing to pay you $100. Fifty now and fifty when Clancey is caught and brought to justice."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 27, 2011 11:13:09 GMT -5
"Two hundred...since I can get killed doing this job." Jack said with a smirk, staring down at her. "Up front. I need to buy provisions as well." He narrowed his eyes.
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Post by Tag Along on Oct 27, 2011 11:23:02 GMT -5
"I've bought all the provisions we'll need, so one-hundred and fifty. One hundred now, fifty when your job is accomplished. Successfully." She all but glared at him.
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