Whiskey

Whiskey: Chapter One

He was barely through the door, gaze drifting over the well-worn scene: bed, hearth, table, dresser. Everything his father had built himself, including the cabin that contained them. Sorting out his aching muscles had been ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Two

Jessie made a dash for it like he hadn't the time before. He tried to dodge past Bose. "Ah, ah, ah," Bose taunted, grabbed his arm and shoving him back. With a smirk, he re-aimed ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Three

The stench of sweat, sometimes arousing for Jessie, but definitely not in this case, tickled at his nose. On his side, head resting on his pillow, he was wondering just how long Bose planned to ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Four

Jessie leaned against a boulder, arms crossed, length of grass twirling between his lips. He had his eyes narrowed on the distance, where he watched the ponce—whose name, Jessie had learned, was Augustus—poking at the ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Five

It finally registered when Jessie realized he was hanging clothes up to dry that didn't belong to him. He was standing out front of his cabin, the wind wipping everything on the line, and the ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Six

He heard Bose draw in a quick breath. "What the hell does that mean?" "It means what it sounds like," Jessie snapped, face still flushed with embarrassment at having made that proclamation. He tried to ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Seven

His knuckles cracked against Bose's jaw, and in the next second, he snapped his open palm across Bose's face, sending him flying off the bed. A hot mix of adrenaline and rage coursing through his ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Eight

"No, it's not—goddamn it, I explained this!" Shoving Bose out of the way, Jessie quickly grabbed the branding iron out of the man's hands before he caused any real damage to the calf struggling against ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Nine

That was all damn well and good, but Jessie was shaking in his boots. Bose was asleep. He hadn't said nothing after Jessie pulled his hands away from the man's cheeks, he just shoved past ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Ten

"You look like shit, Jess." Jessie grunted, and spooned another heap of gruel past his dry lips. They were cracking at the corners, they hurt. His whole body hurt, but he couldn't blame the dry ...
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Whiskey: Chapter Eleven

essie's life ain't been great for a long time. But it was tolerable enough. He had enough to eat, he could pay off his debts. There wasn't much else he was wanting for, save maybe ...
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