Cashing in! (Open)

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Jeremiah was doing the rounds around Del Fuego. He had mosed the streets. He licked his lips as he saw this beauty prostitute walking by. “Nice as dice, play with da fire,” he said, with a smirk on his face. She turned to see it was the young man. “Set the world on fire with da eyes,” he continued. She walked up to him.

“Hm, sweety, your talking to me?” She asked She placed her left hand on Jeremiah's chest. His blue eyes looked down at her hand.

“Well, ma'am, ya wanna make a profit?” he said, eying her gems on her chest.

“Sugar, you such a handsome thing, I can easy make a profit,” she added. She was said leaning up to him, placing her arm around his back.

“Ma'am, I ain't interested, well not yet,” he said. “Woa, now my little flower. There is business I need help on. I give you a share. It is simple,” he said. “Come here, my flower,” he said, taking her by her arm. He was gentle. “I need you to do something simple business for me. I will need you to go to the general store for me,” he said as was checking to see if anybody was watching them. He pulled out a sack, took out a necklace. Her eyes grew wide, as she was staring at the necklace in his hand. “Darlin, I picked this up. I like you take your little tush and trade this in. You come back in a decent time, I give you a good share of the money. You cross me,” he paused. “Those melons will be goners,” he said cooly, looking down at them. He did not say anything. She was nervous, but she understood. The money what she wanted. She agreed, and she headed to go off to the store for him. “Now, that's my sweet thing,” he said. He leaned against the wall, waiting for her to return.

Bad fortune, Jeremiah had spotted a shadow at his feet. Who coul it be? He flicked his hat up as he pulled his head up to the person. "What is that you want?" He asked.

[Lewt McConnell]

“Good lor’, Jeremiah.” Lewton exclaimed as he wandered up from behind the young man. He had watched from afar as Jeremiah had pulled out a necklace and handed it to a beautiful woman. He furrowed his light brows as he slapped the man lightly on the shoulder. “Ain’t I tol’ ya not to fool them youn’ women.” He shook his head and emitted a hearty laugh as he always did. “Say, I coul’ see ya in plain light, compadre. Ain’t ya know better than to show that stuff out in the broad?” He frowned slightly as he reflected back on their last robbery. He did not remember any jewelry. He tilted his head slightly, blonde locks falling about his head as he stared at him blankly.

“Where’d ya get ‘em there necklace?” He asked, his smile fading from his lips. His eyes narrowed to the bag he was holding as he looked back up at Jeremiah. One of his best men. Hell of a good gun. Quick, nonetheless. He breathed deeply as he looked about the main street. Jeremiah didn’t seem like the type to do a solo robbery and not tell the gang. Perhaps, he had not wished to tell them.

“Each man to his own.” Lewton muttered, his voice growing rapidly quieter. He watched a few people wander past the two.

“But ya wouldn’t believe that. Righ’? Cause us Les Coureur Enfer members ain’t gone fool each other.” His light eyes made their way back to Jeremiah as he spoke. He shook his head. “Just be more careful, Jeremiah.”

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

“Hell, Lewt, yer tryin' to steal my soul,” he said. Jeremiah was a terrific gunslinger. He was extremely loyal to the gang Lewt. Ninety percent of the time, the ten percent, well he was caught red handed. It was the first time too, when he was acting solo. It was bad rep for being caught by your own boss. He was not convincing as he thought he was.

Jeremiah had stayed away from the prostitutes. He had talked to the pretties, drink with them, and he flirted. He was a big flirt. It was a game to play with them. Tease them, hook them, not buy their service. He would not sleep with them. To sleep with a those women was asking for a disease.

Jeremiah was observing people come and go, doing their business as Lewt was reminding him. It was a tight nit group. He was not going to draw attention to him and his boss. Lord knows the other members could be watching, hoping Jeremiah get in trouble. The gang like a family. You want to be the favorite to the boss.

“Well, boss-man,” he said. Boss man was a nick name that Jeremiah had baptize Lewt. “I will be truthful,” he nodded to the young females who where walking by. “Good day, ma'ams,” he said as he nodded his head to the two women. He continued as they walked by. “I robbed a train, the other week,” he admitted. “I took a risk. I wanted to see if I could pull it off. I did it. Nobody got killed or hurt, boss-man. I got a sprained ankle,” he sniffed the air, wiped his chin with his free hand. “I admit I like my little glory,” he turned to his boss. “Here, take it, it is more what I need,” he handed the sack. “I am not going to be able to get rid of my own loot. Take me years to do it,” he continued. “I can be rich. If I want, but, Boss, I can't live a life without the gang. Sheesh, its the life style. It's an addiction to be with Les Coureur Enfer .”

The outlaw kid was itching for some action. He robbed the train because he needed some action. He did it quiet, so there would be no attention to be drawn to Del Fuego.

[Lewt McConnell]

Jeremiah had been with the Les Coureur Enfers for awhile now. It seemed he had been devoted since the bandits from the very beginning. All of the men were close. It was as if they were just a crew of brothers. Hell, it he was feeling troubled to say the least he would talk to any of them. Jeremiah, especially. He was younger than Lewton, but in ways he deemed to be the most mature out of the two. Lewton smiled kindheartedly as the man before him joked. "Ain't yer soul I want, buddy." His eyes narrowed towards the woman that had disappeared into the General store and shook his head. "Ya found yourself one pretty minx, eh?" He arched his eyebrows. Lewton briefly thought about Rio, his girl. It was strange for the men to become accustomed to their boss being steady with a woman. However, it seemed all of them liked her.

Lewton nodded to the passing by women as Jeremiah did. He turned his attention quickly back to him as he explained the series of events. Lewt was surprised to say the least that Jeremiah hadn't told him. He wasn't the type to go unannounced. Nodding he exhaled a deep sigh. "Oh, Jeremiah, I ain't upset. Not 'un bit. I had a feelin' ya were out an' 'bout doin' a solo run. Don't bother me none." He shook his head as Jeremiah offered him some treasures. "Good lor', I know ya want to split yer earnins, but no. I like to earn my own, compadre. You keep yer treasures and don' tell the others. Now ya can always tell me when ya are goin' to do yer own robbery. Jus' maybe not the other folks cause they will want a share of your hard earned prize." He drew two freshly rolled cigarette's from a pocket in his leather gunbelt. He offered Jeremiah one. Proceeding to light a match for the both of them. He puffed on the rich tobacco. "Yer a hell of a gun, 'miah. Ain't be the same if ya decided to do yer own thing. I'm mighty im'ressed that ya robbed them blind all by yerself. Did ya get that ankle checked out?"

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

"Ya found yourself one pretty minx, eh?"

“Nothin' worth to huntin' for,” he commented. He was watching one female wiggling her little caboose about. “Town's filled with smitten minx, but nothin' to come home too. Nothin' like pretty Rio,” he said. Rio was gorgeous. Jeremiah had shared that with the other guys in the gangs. “Hands had not gone touching Rio, well, not quite yet,” he grinned to his boss.

Hey, anyone could dream. Men where not too far from animals. They are like animals inside. Well, the boss has a female, everyone wanted a piece of her, well, the other women are jealous. Did they know there was plenty of other male members? Jeremiah had tried tease them girls for being so jealous of Rio. Heck, they all had a piece of Lewt. They can share, “Rumor there is gonna be a kitty fight in the litter box,” he teased Lewt. “Ripping hair and clawing each other. Golly! I want front seats!”

“Fine, I'll keep it,” he said as he tucked the pouch back in his jacket. Where was that female? He turned his head to the general store. “She'll better be coming out soon,” he mumbled.

Jeremiah had to take a rich rolled up tobacco in his hand, sniffed it. The richness curled his hair nostrils. “Good shit,” he complimented. He tucked the rolled tobacco in his mouth, puffed in when Lewt lit the end, he breathed it in. It took him to another world. The tobacco does not get better than this. He blinked his eyes and nodded his head.

The female came out of the store, she smiled, comes close up to the two men, she holds up a roll of bills. “Sold...Now my share,” she ordered Jeremiah.

The lips on Jeremiah's faced curled up on the corners. He took the roll up bills, it was more than he expected. “Well, yea did a good job. Now, go and have fun,” he gave her a ten. “I reckon this last me awhile,” he said, tucked it in his pocket.

Before she left, she kissed Jeremiah on the lips. That took him off his feet. She left him standing there dazed. She smiled and shook her caboose as she waltzed away.

Jeremiah coughed. "Ahem, there is nothing between me and her, boss," he told him. The kiss was good too.

Jeremiah looked to his boss, “Not bad days work?” he smirked. “Boys been askin' me. Are goin' really hog tie, Rio and take her to the preacher?”

[Lewt McConnell]

Lewton arched his brow curiously at the comment about Rio. He knew the men shared a familiar attraction towards Rio. Hell, she was awe-strikingly beautiful. Not like most women about the town of Del Fuego either. She wasn’t proper. Which seemed all the more intriguing to outlaws of the Les Coureur Enfers. “That’s right, cowboy. Get your own.” He laughed and furrowed his light brows. At least Jeremiah had a sense of humor about the whole situation. He sighed and took a long drag from the fresh cigarette. Exhaling, a swirl of smoke tumbling out from his lips.

He couldn’t help but choke at the next comment. Tilting his head up he shook his head, long blonde hair swinging to and fro. “Ain’t gone be no figh’. But it woul’ be mighty interestin’ to watch such a thin’.” He studied Jeremiah carefully. Jeremiah was fond of the presence of women (much like himself some time ago). He could see the outlaw suddenly drawing a abundance of women.

“Iffin’ she ain’t?” He questioned Jeremiah. He was even curious himself as to the man’s reaction to a woman thieving a piece of jewelry. Money was money. Even all of the Les Coureur Enfers took that matter seriously. He eyed the front door of the General Store and shrugged. “I’d help ya go after the lil’ harlot if that was th’ case.” He took a long drag of his cigarette before peering back at the man.

He nodded in response to the tobacco. “ ‘parently the fella that got me this tobacco claims its from overseas. Can ya believe that? Sum bitch tryin’ to convince me of such a thin’. Truth is ain’t so, fool don’t know that tobacco overseas ain’t as pure. Tobacco as good as this is grown in good ol’ Dixieland.” He smirked and shook his head.

Lewton cocked his head as he watched the attractive female meander towards them, a beaming smile upon her lips. He watched the two converse and he shook his head as she left him with a kiss. “Oh, it ain’t nothin’? I see.” He exhaled a swirl of smoke. “Nothin’ to be ashamed of. Ya know. Bein’ smitten an’ all.” He teased.