"Go back ta yer fancy city, Dolly."

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That's what your very arrogant, now partner in crime, Moon said to you as you first asked him to work with him. That was your dream after all - being free - being an outlaw. If that meant to spend twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week with the massive asshole-cowboy, you would somehow survive it.

"Ye gotta hold it right." Moon grunted while he looked at the revolver in your hand. "Just go back ta her fancy ass bed in tha big ass city." You were surprised he even cared enough to not let you accidentally shoot yourself... Or maybe he just didn't want to get rid of another corpse.