This is what it means to be a woman in this world. Every step is a bargain with pain. Make your black deals in the black wood and decide what you’ll trade for power. For the opposite of weakness, which is not strength, but hardness.
he could properly say he’s an old soul in a young body, but he’s managed not to get a bullet stuck in his head or chest so far, and he’ll probably manage to keep up that record for a couple more decades. If he’s lucky, at least. But his attention goes back to the woman, and he’s so sure that it’s her. That one sharpshooter he never got to meet; he doesn’t raise a comment towards her about it, though.
hell, maybe he’s wrong and he’s finally seeing ghosts. At her question, he hums and leans against the counter. “Pretty much, yeah. Mom moved out here when I was real young, but she told me ‘bout going through Arizona, and all. Santa Fe’s home, really.” Couldn’t blame a curious woman, at least.
“Traveling?”
Nodding, gypsy brought glass to lips and then settled bottom of crystalline tumbler on the bartop. She wasn’t sure what to say to the young man’s response in regards to moving with his mother. Ava lived in Kentucky all her life and her parent’s idea of a vacation was hardly a cross-country road trip. Venturing this far away from Harlan was nerve wrecking, but she thought she was managing nicely for her terrible sense of direction and what little money she was carrying on her person.
Opening purse, she dug through for her leather clutch and unclasped magnetic fastener. Index and middle digits procured credit card and she slid it across gloss counter in his direction, hoping to a higher power it wouldn’t get declined.
“You could say that,” she stated, warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Ain’t got to do much of it when I was younger and life finally gave me an openin’. Been meanin’ to get out'a Kentucky for a long time.” And now that she finally found an exit, Ava wasn’t sure she felt as wonderful about her adventure as she’d been convincing herself.
