Well those cads are not worthy of your time or attention my dear. Pay them no mind and if they trouble you anymore I am at your service.
[The Doc slipped back on his hat as his smile brightened for a moment. His fingers caressed the ivory handles of his pistols as he thought of the miscreants who would think or speak ill of such a darlin' peach.]
[The tall slender man frowned slightly when the realization dawned on him that he his manners had been misplaced. Doc offered an outstretch hand to her and smiled again.]
My apologies my dear, it would seem that my manners are not what they once were. John Henry Holliday at your service, but most people round these parts call me Doc.
[He stared at the handshake for a moment and offered a slight chuckle at the strange behavior but quickly composed himself as he lifted her hand and kissed it softly before letting go.]
Of course darlin', what gentleman wouldn't delight in having the honor of meeting such a divine woman such as yourself? I would be offish if I didn't express such a simple truth and I assure you that I am no four flusher!
[He had witnessed some wondrous things in his time, and had even looked up to the heavens as he slept under the stars, but her claim was beyond strange.]
Ah. My dear, are you feeling well? Perhaps I should fetch a physician for you right away...
[The Doc couldn't help but smile in return as her smile was catching. She did not seem to be a loon and her clothing was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.]
If...if I may be so bold as to inquire, assuming neither you nor I are touched in the head, what is this new Dodge like?
[Doc carefully considered the possibility, laughing at himself silently at the thought that he was even considering life amid the stars. He was dying and time was growing short, so why not take a chance that the woman was not insane...to be bold and risk it all.]
It is a heady thing indeed, my dear, to even dream of a life amid the heavenly stars. To return to the celestial realm and find myself dealing cards once again...
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Why darlin' who could ever think such ugly things about a good woman such as yourself?
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[The Doc slipped back on his hat as his smile brightened for a moment. His fingers caressed the ivory handles of his pistols as he thought of the miscreants who would think or speak ill of such a darlin' peach.]
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My apologies my dear, it would seem that my manners are not what they once were. John Henry Holliday at your service, but most people round these parts call me Doc.
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Allison. Allison Young.
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A pleasure Ms.Young.
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Is it?
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Yes, a four flusher...a man who lies or idly boasts. To be full of shit.
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And where, pray tell, do you hail from Ms.Young?
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My dear, I wasn't aware that Dodge City had taken on a new name and I was there only a few months ago.
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I fear you have me at a loss my dear. Would you be kind enough to expand upon that revelation?
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Ah. My dear, are you feeling well? Perhaps I should fetch a physician for you right away...
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It's difficult to believe, I know.
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If...if I may be so bold as to inquire, assuming neither you nor I are touched in the head, what is this new Dodge like?
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Darlin' I don't suppose the Saloon is in need of someone to operate the gambling?
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It is a heady thing indeed, my dear, to even dream of a life amid the heavenly stars. To return to the celestial realm and find myself dealing cards once again...
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Better to risk all and fail then to die in bed without my boots upon my feet.
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I must beg your indulgence Ms.Young, I fear I am needed elsewhere. Thank you though darlin' for the shimmer of hope you have graced me with.
[Without another word the man tried to distance himself as best as possible before he coughed up a bit of blood into his handkerchief.]