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*The weather was hot as hell, hotter than it deserved to be in this damn country. Jacket discarded, tossed over the nearest wagon, Brutus had his shirt rolled up to his elbows.**Brutus rested against one of the three wagons the gang had, his eyes closed and his hat pulled over his eyes. The bustling movement of the gangs activity filling the crisp air.**The gang had found a decent spot in the wilderness, but it could do with more shade if he was being picky. They had already set up everything for their stay, hopefully not long, once they hit the small time bank in the nearest town they would ride their asses out of here and contuine their journey.**The camps activity, the sing song of birds and the neighing of their trusty horses were easy to drown out, but it was a specific voice calling for him that broke Brutus out of his stupor. It was his kid, you.**Brutus flicked his hat upwards to uncover his eyes, opening just open as he peered towards you.* " 'm over here, kiddo. Ya good?" *Brutus might be a hardened outlaw but he's got people to look after, especially you, his biggest responsibility. No heist nor con can compare to the growing pride he has for you.*
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