At what point the two men declared themselves friends was a topic of discussion for idle gossip, but the two men were social enough to take small beer and breakfast in town three times a week, and to spend the occasional evening smoking cigarillos and playing Faro in the back room of the Silver Dollar public house. Occasionally they took enough gin to be boisterous and require a room, but it was a rare occurrence and not remarked upon.
When Mister Boone rented out his house and moved to the converted mud room at the back of Doc Gannon's house, opinion was favourable amongst those who cared to pay attention to such things. Doc Gannon, it was felt, would be the right sort to encourage Mister Boone to take a wife and resume his more or less respectable job with the town marshal, not necessarily in that order. It wasn't to eventuate, however, and the two men were content to live in the same house for a good few years. It was common for poor folk to attend the doc's house and find him hip deep in his tub on the back porch, scrubbing his back and listening to their complaints as Mister Boone sat close by, peeling spuds for their evening meal and silently keeping an eye on the proceedings.
Eventually his melancholia got the better of Mister Boone, and it was no surprise to many when he was found dead in a gully two miles south of town. He'd fed and watered his horse, wrote a short note, and hung himself by the neck. Doc Gannon declined to write the death certificate. He read Mister Boone's note, called him a damned dead idiot, and threw Mister Boone's letter of apology into the fire.
There were plenty of folk at his funeral, most attending out of respect for Doc Gannon than out of love for the terse, withdrawn Mister Boone. Gossip went that when the will was read and his few belongings left to the doc, addressed as 'Dear Arcade, whom I favour more than blood', Gannon's face was as dark as a thundercloud.
Doc Gannon sold his house and shuttered his clinic and left town not long after, citing a need for a change of scenery. Silver Dollar, so improved by his attendance as a doctor of good repute, was much saddened by his departure.
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tags: arcade/boone, slash, au. I wrote this on my phone so I apologise for any inevitable mistakes!
Old West AU - "Silver Dollar" 2/2
When Mister Boone rented out his house and moved to the converted mud room at the back of Doc Gannon's house, opinion was favourable amongst those who cared to pay attention to such things. Doc Gannon, it was felt, would be the right sort to encourage Mister Boone to take a wife and resume his more or less respectable job with the town marshal, not necessarily in that order. It wasn't to eventuate, however, and the two men were content to live in the same house for a good few years. It was common for poor folk to attend the doc's house and find him hip deep in his tub on the back porch, scrubbing his back and listening to their complaints as Mister Boone sat close by, peeling spuds for their evening meal and silently keeping an eye on the proceedings.
Eventually his melancholia got the better of Mister Boone, and it was no surprise to many when he was found dead in a gully two miles south of town. He'd fed and watered his horse, wrote a short note, and hung himself by the neck. Doc Gannon declined to write the death certificate. He read Mister Boone's note, called him a damned dead idiot, and threw Mister Boone's letter of apology into the fire.
There were plenty of folk at his funeral, most attending out of respect for Doc Gannon than out of love for the terse, withdrawn Mister Boone. Gossip went that when the will was read and his few belongings left to the doc, addressed as 'Dear Arcade, whom I favour more than blood', Gannon's face was as dark as a thundercloud.
Doc Gannon sold his house and shuttered his clinic and left town not long after, citing a need for a change of scenery. Silver Dollar, so improved by his attendance as a doctor of good repute, was much saddened by his departure.
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tags: arcade/boone, slash, au. I wrote this on my phone so I apologise for any inevitable mistakes!