it don't mean shite [evangeline]

[Delcan McKenna]

“Go on get out ya Irish bastard!” yelled the store owner of O’Riley’s Market, a small grocer and supplier of various items. Delcan McKenna stumbled out onto the wooden plank porch before turning to face the door as it was shut in his face “I don’t need anything anyways ya limey bastard” he spat. Throwing his arm up and mumbling under his breath he descended the stairs, a few onlookers gazed at the angry Irishman before Delcan gave them an angry glare causing a few to speed up their pace. Walking slowly into the muddy road the cold October air bit at his face, the wind was hard today and it showed in various people’s rosy cheeks and red noses.

Woman draped in heavy shawls and cloaks and men with hats upon their head and longer coats. Delcan couldn’t afford anything like that at the moment, but soon. He just needed a good con, a good grift. With hands in his pockets he decided to head to the Blackbird Saloon, he had enough coin for a drink or two and could do with a good lap dance from one of the ladies there.

Crossing the street the afternoon sun cast a cool golden red glow upon everything and everyone. It reflected of windows and the watering troughs for the many horses tied up outside of the buildings and businesses. Delcan’s bright sky blue eyes caught a glimpse of someone he hadn’t seen in a few months, not since he was almost shot by her deal old father. Evangeline Redwood, a feisty woman with a mouth to match even Delcan’s.

He slowed his pace as he took her in, dressed up in her finest to appear in town, just like her. Delcan scoffed before a smirk came to his sharp features. He paused as he ascending the stairs, resting on the wooden railing just outside of the saloon’s entrance. He waited until she passed before he leaned forward, resting on the rail he spoke up “hey lass why don’t ya walk that fine arse over my way” it was crude and caused a few people to look in Delcan’s direction but he didn’t care. His smirk winded to a devilish grin.

[Evangeline Redwood]

Evangeline enjoyed her father being gone for two reasons: one, she had freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted, and two, she got to take care of all the business dealings. She had just left one, with a man who wanted to buy forty head from them in the spring, as well as wanted to breed two mares to her father's black thoroughbred and her bay Andalusian Tracker. It was going to be a lucrative deal, one that the General would definitely approve of.

She had dressed to the nines for the business meeting, in her favorite dress, one of green velvet and olive silk that fit her perfectly, highlighting the delicate curve of her neck and collar bone, the high arch of her bosom and the tiny width of her waist. It made her look like a walking painting, and she did enjoy looking so lovely. Dark hair was down, falling in it's thick ringlets about her and catching the sun as she walked. Now that her deal was over, she was going to place an order at the gunsmith for a rifle, a gift for a particular employee, and then was headed back home after that.

She was just crossing the street when a voice growled, somewhere to her left, a rather crude remark that made her freeze in her steps. She knew that voice, that soft Irish accent, Delcan McKenna. She hadn't seen him in months, not since her father had chased him off of their property with shot gun shells nipping at his heels. She quickly regained herself, putting that pit viper smirk on her face before turning to look at the rogue on the steps.

"Oh, but I do think I look rather pretty over here in the sunlight." She crooned back in her customary Southern drawl, sounding like something out of any man's fantasy, the edges of her works dark and teasing with an unspoken and unseen lust. "Why don't you bring that pretty face down here so I can take it off?"

Oh what she wouldn't give to get her hands on the man that had nearly conned her father out of everything they owned. IF only she could get him back to the ranch one more time. She was a damned good shot with an eight gauge and the ranch was big, she could bury him anywhere and no one would ever find him.

She batted her lashes almost innocently at him, whiskey colored eyes watching his face and two straight rows of white teeth gently nibbling on a full red bottom lip. The look on her face was coy, playful, seductive, matching only the tone of her words but not the words themselves. Just a little closer, you bastard...

---------------------

clothes: here

[Delcan McKenna]

Evangeline Redwood, what a viper bitch. Delcan smirked when she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. He nodded in agreement when she spoke that she looked lovely in the sunlight, he agreed she looked more than lovely, she was stunning. But to hell if Delcan was going to admit that out loud, and to her, not in a thousand years. The smirk widened when she teased him towards her. He hesitated before pushing himself off te rail and headed down the steps towards her.

A few people passed causing Delcan to weave his way around, all the while keeping the smirk upon his sharp features. As he finally came face to face with Evangeline he placed his hands inside his pockets once more as he spoke “so what can I do ya the fine honor with today lass, you in town is a rare and beautiful thang for me and the good people of Del Fuego, havn’t seen ya in ages” he was exaggerating and he wanted Evangeline to know it.

The smirk turned into a half grin “and you wouldn’t be wantin’ to tear me face off rather than kick me in the balls, so what ya doing givin’ me the time of day?” he asked, he natural curiosity as just to why Evangeline was even speaking back to him raised his curiosity peak just that much more. Delcan’s blue eyes looked her over, the green of the dress really brought out the paleness of her skin, and the darkness of her curls. His eyes rested on her chest before they flickered back to met her face; Delcan was a crude man and did not bother to hide it, with any class of woman. Evangeline was no exception.

[Evangeline Redwood]

Evangeline couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, before exhaling hard, a motion that caused the curve of her breast to rise and fall slightly against the front of her dress. "Please, Mr. McKenna, if I really wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't kick you in the balls. That's a low blow, and I fight like a lady. I'd break your nose instead." She batted long, black lashes at him, still teasing her bottom lip with her teeth. She looked him up and down, almost if considering him, though every action and word was well considered was in advance.

"I was going to apologize for my Papa shootin' at you. No matter how much of a downright bastard you are, shootin' at you is just ungentlemanly. What happened has happened and neither of us can do a damned thing about it. I don't see why we can't be neighborly." She offered, still speaking in the same Southern, kitten purr. She stepped a little closer, just enough that he would be able to feel the heat of her body trough the green velvet of the dress.

Her tiny statue forced her to look up at him, dark eyes watching him from beneath a veil of thick, dark lashes. The motion gave him a view of the elegant line of her neck, and a straight shot down to the creamy skin of her breast. It seemed accidental, a complete misstep. But Evangeline was the type of person that never did anything that served no purpose. All means to an end.

"Papa's out of town for a few weeks, and he took Randall with him. And Mammy still hasn't adjusted so she's cookin' to feed an army. There's an open place at the dinner table if you want to take it and join me for dinner tonight." She held out a petite hand to him, wrapped in a soft black glove. "What say you? Truce?" She could only hope he would say yes, every contingency of her plan depended on his answer to that question. And she couldn't wait. She was going to crush his spirit like a bug under her boot.

She knew exactly how this could look, especially with the gossipers of Del Fuego looking on. but she didn't care. Her reputation was the last thing she cared about. This man had threatened her home stead and her pride. That was an emotional offense. And the only way to avenge an assault like that was with one of kind. Fight fire with fire per say. He wanted to mess with her state of mind? Fine. She wanted to mess with his heart, whatever of one there was.

---------------------

clothes: here

[Delcan McKenna]

When Evangeline closed the gap between them Delcan couldn’t help but shift his footing feeling slightly uneasy by the closeness of the two of them. True he enjoyed looking down her dress but he was worried about the people, the town itself had ears and tongues and the even the faintest of actions and words could come back and bite one in the arse. As she spoke Delcan’s brow furrowed, was she serious, was she trying to pull a fast one on him. Pull the wool over ol’ Delcan’s eyes?. His blue eyes directed down to her small gloved hand, was she serious?.

His eyes remained slitted and ever questioning, hesitating her finally took her black gloved hand in his rough one giving it a firm shake. “Love ta lass, and I take it you’d be providing the booze” he teased he knew damn well she had booze, wine, gin, and even moonshine, him and a few other Irish boys had stolen a bottle or two in the dead of night. But little Miss Redwood didn’t need to know that. “I’ll try and find me’self a good jacket” he half joked before he backed up and turned on his heel heading into the Blackbird Saloon, he’d be drunk when he arrived at her home, and if he wasn’t he’d get drunk there. Maybe if he got the Southern highness in the same state Delcan would con more than money out of her.

~ Continued at the Redwood Ranch~