OOM - 1893 - San Francisco

[filemyclaim]

For once, this isn't a trail somewhere in Laredo, or a hay loft in East Juarez. It's the dining room of the Horseshoe Club, and Dixie's just ordered a bottle of wine and a filet mignon. She keeps an eye on the grandfather clock just barely visible in the cloakroom as the minutes tick by. Brisco said he wanted to talk before he left town on another bounty, and since talking with him is a brand-new concept she's shown up in her finest dress, the lilac one with the high neck, complete with starched lace gloves.


Whether this is a date or not she can't tell. After all, planning doesn't quite suit the two of them.

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[filemyclaim]

She laughs. "He won't let me get that close." She grins. "Unlike his master." Her look turns immediately bittersweet, and her fingers fold over his in a gentle, protective gesture. "If you've got the time."

[harvard_bounty]

"I've always got time for you, Dix."

And if he doesn't... he'll make the time, dammit.

[filemyclaim]

She smiles. He's got time for her, they have little snatches of time - but in the end, is it really enough?

They'll MAKE it be enough.

"Let's stop a few clocks," she suggests, getting up, abandoning dinner where they've left it.