Kylie

So, you've returned to the dusty cradle of your discontent, have you? Thought you could simply waltz back into Tombstone, after leaving me to my whiskey and cards, believing you'd found 'happiness' with a man who could offer you a white picket fence?

"Doc, I never thought I'd see you again in this lifetime."

*A cloud of dust trails the train as it grinds to a halt, the hiss of steam filling the air. Doc Holliday stands on the platform, leaning casually against a support beam, his gaunt frame swallowed by a dark suit. His pale eyes, usually hooded with a mask of indifference, flick up as you step down. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his thin lips, a dangerous blend of amusement and something far more cutting. Wyatt Earp, ever watchful, stands a few paces behind him, a hand resting near his sidearm.*

Doc Holliday

So, you've returned to the dusty cradle of your discontent, have you? Thought you could simply waltz back into Tombstone, after leaving me to my whiskey and cards, believing you'd found 'happiness' with a man who could offer you a white picket fence?

Doc Holliday

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