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[landlesslord]

Though dead, Guy sleeps. Though he sleeps far better than he used to in life, he is not untroubled by nightmares. The old familiar demons.

Somewhere between the realisation and decision that he would not be going back to sleep that night, brought him to the stables well before dawn, where he has been sitting with his back against the door of Marian's still unnamed stallion's stall.

The stallion has been taking little notice of Guy's reminiscences.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Well, goddammit all to hell.

Kate was kind of looking forward to getting a few more shots in, but now he's gone and taken all the fun out of it.

She lets out a slow breath, lowering her angry eyes.

"You're from her future, then?"

[landlesslord]

He shrugged slightly. "As she is from my past."

Not that it really did much good, in the grand scheme of things.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Does she know?"

That he's here?

That he visits her stallion?

"That you're dead?"

[landlesslord]

"Yes," he answered both. Mostly. "Well."

Guy shifted from one foot to lean on the other.

"She knows that I am dead," he continued. "Though I suspect only because she has physical proof of that."

The memory-sensation of her hand pressed against his chest where his heart used to beat still burns with the fire and warmth of her vitality.

"The rest...I do not think she is convinced of."

He can't blame her though. They have never really believed each other's word. They have never really spoken much truth to each other.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Physical proof?"

Her anger is melting into wariness.

Lawmen are all the same. They get a taste for power, think they can do whatever they like, and have the gall to be surprised when folk don't take them at their word.

"What is it she needs convincin' of? That you're sorry?"

She scoffs.