Dueling Pistols

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-SWEARING WARNING-
After another day of riding, Marshal stops Bullet by a small pond surrounded by some trees and grass. Marshal hops off and helps Wyatt down.
"Well, here's our stop for the night. By tomorrow we should arrive at Geonplea Park, which is not to far from Death Valley. So," Wyatt stated, glancing at Marshal, "how're we going to spend our time here? Maybe fish, maybe get comfy under a tree or two?"
"Ooo~ I would like to get something else to eat besides potatoes. Lead the way partner!" Marshal responds.
Bullet lays down by the water as both men approach the water, where there are fish swimming around the pond.
"So how will we get the fish, it's not like we got a net or fishing rod to use." Marshal inquires.
"Well, I'll do it the way I normally would," Wyatt responds, while drawing his pistol with his left hand and shoots a large fish that was swimming by, also causing Marshal to jump,"With a gun."
"SON OF A BITCH! You could've at least warned me before giving me a heart attack!"
"Eh, you'll be fine. Now," he puts away his pistol, "lets go and cook us some fish. I'm hungry!"
Wyatt walks into the water and picks up the fish by its tail. He meets Marshal by a small pit he made from pieces of wood he found on the ground. Marshal does the honors of lighting the fire with his pistol and they just lay the fish on top.
"Nice work partner. So, while we wait. How about you tell me another one of your farm boy stories? Maybe even one evening with Marribelle?" Wyatt requests, sitting on a rock by the fire.
"Alright. So," Marshal sits across from him," One night I come home from farm work, and I smell this great smell from the kitchen. I enter to see Marribelle who's made a whole dinner for my birthday. And after that, we proceeded to the bedroom for the night."
"Ooo~ anything interesting happen?"
"You seem awful interested about what happened. May I ask why?"
"I just wanted to see if you guys got busy in the sheet's, of course."
"OH LORD-!" Marshal breaks out into a laughter, "God no! She was feeling sick so we went to bed early. I woke up about an hour later to find out she had thrown up multiple times over the floor, I guess it's something she ate earlier. But after giving her water, she went back to sleep and I cleaned up the mess for her."
"Well, looks like you two have your fair share of stories together. I remember one day she was stressed out,so that night, I took her out to get a great view of the sunset from this great hill in the town. It's amazing what that view does to a person, it's like the perfect romantic atmosphere. I recommend you take her there some day, she loves that place almost more then anything else."
"Really, I'll think about it. Maybe I'll ask her when we see her next."
They take the fish off the fire and admire almost at how perfectly it's cooked. They also remove their guns and other extra clothing, due to the hot air and to feel more comfortable.

When they're done, they toss the bones aside as Marshal takes a look at Wyatt's bullet wound.
"Not bad, it's actually healing faster then I thought it would. You must got some great family genetics. I say at this rate, it'll be healed by the time we reach Death Valley if you keep letting your arm rest. Now, lets go rinse it off in the pond to clear it up a bit."
"Thanks Doc," Wyatt responds with a chuckle, while removing his hat and heading over the pond, "I guess it's kinda lucky that it didn't get infected right?"
Wyatt rests his arm in the pond, waiting for a response. He had laid his hat, boots, jacket, and pistols by the fire.
"Marshal? Where did you go-?" Wyatt looks behind him to see Marshal kneeled behind him with a smirk.
Marshal gently pushes Wyatt into the pond, laughing when he does. Wyatt stands up at the bottom and looks at Marshal.
"Got you, that's what you get for threatening me earlier on. Now we're eve-" Marshal rejoiced, before Wyatt pulls him in the pond as well.
Marshal looks at Wyatt in an almost shock as both men burst out into laughter.
"I should've seen that coming."
"You should've, you know me well enough at this point. How about I race you to the other side of the pond?"
"I don't think that's fair with your arm and all."
"We're Outlaws, we don't ever play fair."
"True, alright you're on! When do we start-?" Wyatt boosts himself off the side of the pond at the sound of that, "HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"
Marshal swims after him, only catching up around the last quarter. Wyatt reaches the other end, only moments later to be dragged under the water by Marshal moments later. He looks at Marshal in shock as Marshal gives him a smirk. Wyatt gives him a middle finger before they both emerge to the surface of the water.
"They warned me farmers were good swimmers." Wyatt says, catching his breath.
"Oh the stories I could tell of me swimming after cattle while trying to get them washed off. You seem quite beat yourself, you think you can go back to the other side?"
"Yeah, just- just give me a moment to catch my breath."
Without hesitation, Marshal picks Wyatt up in his arms as he swims the two back over to the shallow part of the water.
"You didn't have to you know right-?" Wyatt says.
"Nah, I didn't wanna wait for your old ass over there." Marshal acknowledges, laying Wyatt on a rock om the shallow part.
"Are you calling me old?!"
"Maybe, there is a 16 year difference between us after all. You were living your best days when I was learning to walk. Of course I'm going to call you old."
         "Okay, good point. But come on, you gotta admit I'm not to bad for someone who's hair will soon start getting gray in a few years time."
     Marshal looks him up and down for a moment.
  "I mean, I can't argue with that. Though that might just be the fact that you're also in great shape."
     Wyatt flusters up as  Marshal sits next to him, looking over the pond. The nice sound of a crackling fire in the background with the slight movement of the water creates this nice atmosphere. Marshal sits watching the fish move around, but Wyatt can't seem to take his eyes off him. He thinks a bit about what hapoened two nights ago, before questioning himself about his thoughts. He spaces out without realizing that Marshal is staring right back at him.
       "Enjoying the view?" he asks, a smirk across his face.
     "I- I was just thinking. You just happened to be in the same way I looked when I zoned out, that's all." Wyatt answers, looking away.
   "Sure~ let's go with that. Now let's go by the fire, it's getting awful cold in this pond."
      Marshal leada Wyatt over to a tree by the fire as they sit down, waiting for their clothes to dry. After a while though, Wyatt drifts off to sleep, and lays his head on Marshal's shoulder.
    "Heh, there's a perfect rock I could rest your head on, but I'm feeling nice. You're staying here for the night." Marshal whispered, trying to let Wyatt sleep.
     He smooths back Wyatt's hair and moustache, making sure he still looks nice. At this moment, he notices Wyatt's arm resting on his leg. He smiles as he twindles around Wyatt's fingers for a while, until he gets tired himself.

      Marshal turns his head and comes face to face with a sleeping Wyatt. While he has the chance, he lays a quick kiss on his forehead before titling his head towards Wyatt and he watches the fire slowly die out.
    "Goodnight, partner." Marshal whispers before falling asleep.