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[assassinwithahairpin]

Texas was blistering hot, in a way that Park Bokyung had never known in Korea or in western Washington. He'd been traveling for four days, exhaustion starting to set in. The horse he had was a skinny thing--bought from an Arapaho tradesmen when he'd crossed through Colorado for more than Bokyung had really been able to spare, but it was a resilient thing. He could commiserate with that.

He came into a small town, unsure what it was called or where he was on the map. It didn't really matter. He wasn't near enough the Rio Grande to really orient himself. Just passing through scrub and sand and a hundred miles of blue skies in every direction.

People were staring. Bokyung was used to that, and so he paid it no real mind. He approached the boarding house and left his little Arapaho mustang at the post as he went in and inquired for room. The matron at the front said there was none but to try and saloon, as it might be more to his style. He highly doubted that, but unhitched his horse and went over to the saloon instead.

It was an effort to ignore the stares. Hadn't any of these men ever seen an Oriental before? There were rail tracks laid not too far from here--he knew from crossing them--which meant they must have seen some variety at some point. Unless it was a rare track laid by Irish and Germans. But Bokyung doubted that.

The music in the saloon did not stop when he stepped in. Nothing did. That was certainly preferable.

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[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung sneered a little bit. Business proposition. More like horseshit.

"You think," he growled, low and slow, "that throwing that piece of paper away will change things? Even if you said I was dead, someone would see my face again. And then what? Not so dead anymore."

As if he hadn't tried. As if he hadn't been running long enough.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"I think you severely underestimate the white man's prejudices, despite your intimate familiarity with them. I could help you with that, too, if you were so inclined."

Goodnight shrugged. "But you're right, if I were to just tear this up and let you ride on out, there would still be some people hunting you down, one of them probably a good friend of mine. That should not give you any comfort."

[assassinwithahairpin]

The fact that there was any number of persons, friends of this warrant officer or otherwise, that may or may not have been hunting him down did not, in fact, give Bokyung any comfort. And he was a little insulted, honestly, that this warrant officer thought he needed assistance in navigating any variety of prejudice.

But he rolled his eyes, and said, indulgently, "So, what. You graciously inform whoever that I'm dead, collect your money and--have me in your debt?"

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Once we get the money you can go on your happy way," he answered. "I certainly will not keep you beholden to me." Goodnight sat up straighter since it sounded like they might actually be getting somewhere.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung rolled his eyes. He most certainly would. There had been more than his fair share of 'helpful people' from Washington to Texas. Bokyung was not foolish about these sorts of arrangements anymore. First it was a ride into town that he couldn't afford, then it was a meal he desperately needed but wouldn't ask for, and then he was leaving town, urgently, before he ended up traded out to the local chain-gang of railroad workers, under the yoke of indenture again.

But, curiously, he asked, "How much am I worth these days?"

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Since you've been on the run so long the numbers are racking up. It's three hundred now, so that's a hundred and fifty to you if you see this through with me. I'll cover expenses on the way since you'd be saving me considerable effort in cooperating."

[assassinwithahairpin]

A hundred fifty. He's indenture had been for less than that, had only grown from its original amount. He'd seen the ledger. He'd burnt the ledger. He did not say a breath of that.

Instead, he said nothing at all for a moment. It didn't matter what this man said, there were three results here: he became his debt-slave, he went to jail, or he was shot.

Quietly, he asked, "Can I have these shackles off, at least?"

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Yes, I was getting to that part." Goodnight got the key back out of his pocket. "Please don't make me chase you down. It's hot and I am tired." And he'd given up a bed for the night, but he supposed the bounty was worth it. He moved closer so he could unlock the cuffs and gets a bit of distance as soon as Bokyung's hands are free.

Just in case that good will only lasted as long as his confinement.

[assassinwithahairpin]

The warrant officer still had the reins, and Bokyung didn't ask for them. He just looked sullenly off to the side, rolling his wrists and ignoring the way that the man skittered away from him like he was dynamite. Bokyung was used to that by now.

Deadpan, he proclaimed, "It's rude to not tell people your name, when you already know theirs."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The delivery startled a laugh out of him. This was going to be an interesting ride.

"Suppose you had no cause to hear it earlier. Goodnight's my name. Goodnight Robicheaux." He tipped his gray hat politely. After a moment's consideration, he tossed the mustang's reins back to Bokyung. "There now." He turned his own horse west - they had better chances of this news being reported if they hit one of the cities, and their options were to go deeper into Texas or California. Goodnight preferred his chances - and Bokyang's - out west.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung caught the reins and, for a moment, contemplated bolting. But if this Goodnight-whoever decided he really was worth this bounty, he did not put it past him to shoot the horse out right from under him.

He did not, particularly, like the idea of heading west. He might not have come from California, but all those states were roughly the same when it came to dealing with his kind, and that was to say, they weren't a hell of a lot better than Texas.

But he supposed, once he'd played dead for show, maybe this warrant officer might agree to heading east while Bokyung worked at paying off his debts to him and earning that hundred fifty dollars.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Now that you're feeling more conversational, are you hungry?"

Even as he asked Goodnight loosened the saddlebag resting by his right knee. He drew even with Bokyung and offered it over. Inside he had a few biscuits left and some salt pork. He had every intention of getting more of both before skipping town but he could make due if they didn't hit somewhere civilized in the next day or two.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung was starving. He didn't say it. He peered into the bag and took out some of the tack and an equal size portion of the pork and ate them slowly. When was the last time he'd ate? He couldn't quite remember, but it had tasted about like this.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Go on and finish what's in there if you're so inclined. I've got more to work with when we stop." Goodnight couldn't recall how close the next town or settlement was but he had enough packed away to keep the two of them moving at least through the next day. With luck he'd be able to supplement with hunting if it came to that.

He let the silence stretch a bit while Bokyung ate.

"What exactly are you running from?" He asked after a few miles passed. "The warrant only lists the charges and that's hardly a story."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung took the saddle bag and laid it across the horn on his saddle so that he could very slowly pick through the food. He didn't trust that this was without cost, nor did he want to be sick. So slower was better.

He shrugged. "Never actually seen the warrant. Not sure what it's for."

That was not an answer, but it would inform his.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"A few murders and leaving an indentured servitude before the contracted time had passed." Goidnight's time shifted on the latter half of the listed charges; had that been the only crime attached to Bokyung's name he wouldn't have taken the job at all. It reminded him far too much of the bounty hunters that chased down runaway slaves and he couldn't stomach that.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung shrugged. That was about the long and short of it, really. He was glad things hadn't gotten out of hand with that list; he wasn't sure if things would be better or worse if some of the others things he'd done were on there.

He didn't really know how to take that sort of dismissive tone on the last bit, though. What was that supposed to mean? Did it mean anything?

He said nothing.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Well at least the record is accurate. Did the murders happen before or after you decided to bolt?"

Goodnight didn't exactly expect to get much information, not so soon after technically apprehending the young man. But it was worth a try.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Does it make a difference on how you're going to deal with me?" Bokyung asked pithily. He didn't think it would. He didn't think explaining the situation of the murders would do anything at all, except incriminate him maybe, and possibly put him in danger.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"There are plenty of reasons for a servant to want to run away. Plenty of reasons too why murder might have been necessary along the way." Goodnight shrugged. "Just trying to gauge my travel partner is all."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bokyung raised a brow at that, still staying quiet. He wasn't going to answer the question, and he didn't know why Goodnight was trying. But listening to the speculation was just fine. Maybe he'd get a laugh out of it.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

When he realized Bokyung wasn't going to offer anything up, Goodnight moved on. "Where are you from?" Hr asked. In all his time between Oregon and California he'd gotten used to hearing names more foreign than he'd once been accustomed to but he was pretty sure Bokyung Park was not Chinese.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Tacoma, Washington." The words dropped out of Bokyung's mouth like syrup, disdainful and curious what it mattered anyway. He looked over at Goodnight, pinned him with a narrow stare. "My family is Korean, if that's what you're asking."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight rolled his eyes. "I couldn't tell by your accent if you were born here or over there, pardon the curiosity. All I knew was your name didn't sound Chinese. But if you like I can just start making wild assumptions."

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Is that not what we're already doing?" Bokyung arched a brow. He was certainly coming to some of his own conclusions in regards to this Goodnight fellow, and he had no doubt that Goodnight was making his own. They were just being civil enough not to start bandying them about.