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I know Fallout Vegas already goes heavy on the western stylings, but I want more. I want stories involving the characters set in the wild west of old, with whatever adjustments you find necessary!

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Summary: a brief snippet with a re-imagined, old-west Cass.
A/N: Boot River, Texas, is completely made up. The historical events referenced are not.

The city of Boot River, Texas, was not without its scandals. The most controversial of its two thousand residents was doubtless Miss Cassidy-her daddy had been a Texas Ranger before he got hisself killed in the Mexican War (no body had ever been recovered, and Miss Cassidy insisted that he was still alive, though she was quite happy to collect his pension). Her mother had been baptized into the Christian church for love of Miss Cassidy's father, though she had died of a fever sometime after her daughter's 16th birthday.

Miss Cassidy had her father's red hair and her mother's high cheekbones. She was what was euphemistically referred to as a 'prairie dove,' having eloped with a gold miner after her mother's death. No one saw neither hide nor hair of her for years, until the day she breezed back into town with a bare ring finger and the deed to a Californian gold mine.

Her unexpected homecoming gave rise to a flurry of rumors. Whether you considered the rumors of divorce or murder to be more scandalous was dependent largely upon whether you attended mass or church on Sunday. Miss Cassidy rented herself a room in the boarding house and never again mentioned her erstwhile husband. She lived comfortably off the income from her mine and spent her days drinking in Moriarty's Saloon and shunning the advances of men willing to overlook her sordid past in order to acquire her considerable wealth.

OP thanks you for this wonderful bit of Western flavor!

Ah, this is lovely.

This is fantastic! You're a master of that western patois; it's like a Proulx short story.

You've inspired me to write a minifill of my own.

Y'know, that is probably the nicest comment I've ever received! Thank you so much!

(I had to look up at least one of your words, not gonna lie.)

Wow, compact but so full of that rich Western flavor. I loved it. <3

The town of Silver Dollar was in dire need of a doctor in 1881, having run the previous medical man out of town with accusations of quackery and theft. When Doc Gannon arrived in town with a steamer trunk full of equipment and a doctor's bag with AG monogrammed in brass letters, he was given approval to stay and he nailed up his shingle soon after. His background was something of a mystery, what with the doctor being anything but forthcoming about his family and his history, but his MD was printed on heavy enough paper and it was from a proper house of learning, so it was figured that he could only be beneficial to the town as a whole.

His manners were considered lacking and his habits odd, including much advocation for strict hand washing and baths taken daily, but his methods were sound and he frowned on all quackery. Doc Gannon saw the town's down at heel from his back door, tending to the dirt farmers and working ladies and taking payment in corn and hogs and whatever coins they could spare. The town's wealthy and well-to-do, however, were treated at at rates high enough to have him accused of avarice in front of the town tribunal. That scurrilous charge was thrown out when he fixed the mayor of his clap and dug a ball round out of the marshal’s shoulder. He raised his prices a little more after that, just to put a few more noses out of joint.

Doc Gannon wasn't inclined to church, nor was he disposed to take up with any of the girls that had set their intentions on settling with a doctor of good reputation. He occasionally obliged the not so young wealthy widow Cassidy by accompanying her to dances benefiting the orphanage and the order of sisters who ran it, but a fitting match never eventuated. Regardless, it gave the town scolds something to cluck about, and the joke about town was that Doc Gannon was married to his work.

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Mister Boone returned to Silver Dollar in the fall of 1882, withdrawn and angry. Mrs Boone had passed on under delicate circumstances some years earlier, and Mister Boone had dealt with his grief by joining New California Rail as a location scout. The job had not bought him peace, and when he finally returned to town he spoke dark words about something the NCR had done at a place called Bitter Springs.
The local opinion was that a few natives weren't nothing to bear a grudge over, but Mister Boone remained dour and prone to melancholy. He took a job working with the town marshal, deputised to arrest vagrants and defend the town from those bandits who preyed on the mail trains that passed through Silver Dollar. It wasn't a job he took to, and instead he found resourceful albeit impolite work as a hunter and trapper, content to spend his days amongst the hills and returning with a saddlebag full of coyote hides.

While Mister Boone did not take to town life well, he took a shine to Doc Gannon after the sawbones had treated a festering dog bite on his thigh and refused to take payment, seeing as Mister Boone was lacking in terms of finance thanks to a poor start to Spring hunting season. He returned to the Doc's house a few days later and left a brace of jack rabbits on his back porch with his thanks for the fine medical treatment, and attended his clinic when there'd been a dust up with a man demanding the doc's laudanum stash at knife point.

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!

This is fan-freaking-tastic! I wasn't expecting that ending at all.

This is so awesome. All of this is reawakening my love for westerns.

OP says awwwww. And thanks!

Way to tear my heart out and smash it on the ground, god. This is beautiful.

This was really cute! (is it weird to call a story involving suicide cute?)

wow this is fantastic

confirmed bachelors behind closed doors.

I already said so on Tumblr, but this is better than great.

the sound i just made was not human. lovely!

faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab
i love your style a!a

This is wonderful.

Lovely faded sepia tones! Plus the stiff, formal posing and Angelo's little script.... it just all comes together so lovely. <3

I love this so much, because what's unsaid is so powerful. Really great.

This is just so terse and powerful at the same time. So much emotion gets hidden in the little gaps between public opinion and what we can infer as an audience. I adored it.

really great:)

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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Old West AU

Cass, "Plea for a Fallen Woman," Minifill

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a gift to Mr C. Boone on the occasion of his 30th year

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