Notes: A companion piece to Smiling
I must be going out of my mind.
Thats the only possible explanation for it. Josiahs at the church, Nathans up to see Rain, and Im pretty sure Ezra aint seen the town before noon since hes been here. That leaves just the four of us, and Chris aint said one word since yesterday morning when he told that cowboy that hed better hightail it out of there or by God hed....
We all know what Chrisd do, anyway. There aint no point in recalling it.
Chris and I been sitting on the boardwalk for some time. Buck and JDre over by the livery. Wes all the people I can see out right now. It aint exactly a nice day, though, so I aint blaming the townsfolk one bit. Only thing is, that just means for sure that Im going out of my mind.
Ya see, Chris aint just sitting next to me. Hes sitting next to me, smoking his cheroot and smiling.
Chris Larabee, the lethal gunslinger, perpetually in black and glaring at everthing that moves, and everthing that dont.
Yeah, that Chris Larabee.
And the thing is, there aint nobody around to see it but me, so Im pretty sure it aint really happening.
The other day, I was with Josiah when Chris sauntered by, and I could swear I heard him whistle, just a bit, but I looked over at Siah, and I guess I musta been wrong. He hadnt heard a thing.
A mans got a right to whistle though, and I aint blamin him none. Probably he whistles a lot and it aint nothing to worry on.
I mean, I see him grin a lot. Hes got that cocky lopsided grin when you know hes amused at Buck n JD playing around, or at Ezras attempts to act legit. And hes got that smirk, when you know hes pissed off all but royal and some cowboys about to lose some blood.
This, though, this is a smile, full blown and tearing at his cheeks.
Im looking at him out of the corner of my eye though, not quite ready to turn my head and confront it full on. Id blame it on the sun, say it was glare causing me to see things, but like I said, the weather aint too friendly today.
So I stare ahead, out at the street, at the buildings across the way, at the clouds rolling through. Anywhere but at him.
I figure whatever it is, itll pass.
But after a little time goes by, hes still at it, near as I can tell without actually looking, and I clear my throat to catch his attention.
He looks over at me, still smiling.
Something on your mind, Vin?
I finally work my nerve up to look back at him, and sure enough, there it is, plain as daylight.
Was wondering the same about you, Pard.
He doesnt reply. Just turns back away to face the street. I do the same. Caint stand the way that damn smile come out of nowhere and got to bothering me so much.
He whistles a little and shakes his head. Josiah must be losing his hearing.
Just thinking on how nice a day it is.
I look back up at the cloudy sky, aint seen a pinch of sunshine since sometime yesterday. I look up and down the street, and there still aint a single soul hangin about.
I shrug, but dont reply. I figure if somethings up, sooner or later hell get to telling me.
Only he dont. He just keeps sitting there, keeps smiling out at nothing, and I keep trying to wrap my mind around it.
Well, he didnt have to shoot no one yesterday. The cowboy left sure as Chris is sitting here smilin.
We aint been in a gunfight in some time, and aint none of us been injured lately either.
And the town is quiet.
The sky though, the skys got me stumped. Never thought Chris didnt appreciate the weather...
Then again, it has been awfully hot and sunny lately. Im wearing my coat and feeling fairly comfortable.
Must be it.
Things are just pretty good.
I turn to look at him. I guess I should be appreciating the smile while its there.
Eventually he looks back at me as well.
You like to whistle, Chris?
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