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Ajedrez has managed to gain unbloodstained clothes from...somewhere. Except for the boots. The boots are hers. But the point is, she has gained clothes from somewhere and is sitting on the porch of the Cooper, staring off into the distance with a faint frown.

And, yes, there is a gun on the table next to her.

Habits die hard.

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"God's supposed to move in mysterious ways, ne'er seen it myself."

Truth to tell there are times he trusts more in Sherwood then the God of Mass but you don't say that aloud in his time.

"He does. We just do not always understand Him."

Ajedrez believes. Beatriz Barillo Trejo believes. Believes, and trusts.

Will wants to trust but the priest's words are still clear in his head, and he shivers for a moment as Kansas becomes stone walls,

"Aye."

She looks at him, dark eyes wide and sincere.

"I do believe that."

He nods, he wants to agree be the good boy who went to Mass and said all his prayers just the man the outlaw is finds it harder and he shivers again,

"Said if I was lucky would just go to Purgatory."

"He had no right to such a thing. God loves you. Purgatory just means that there are sins that need to be paid. It does not mean that Heaven's gates are barred."

Will's curling up slightly on himself, opening the still healing wounds on his back,

"Nay, 'e meant I would ne'er get in."

"Stupid man. You kept true to your man. God will understand that."

"God was na in those stone walls."

"Yet you landed here...that's blood."

"Aye, my back's still 'ealin', bandages might need changin'."

Hopefully Ajedrez does not recognize the pattern caused by the bleeding under the bandages of lines and lines from a whip, but then her Mexico is a bloody place.

She would, yes, if she got a better look at it.

"...do you need me to call someone? I...don't think I should."

He turns to look at her which is a slow and painful thing to watch,

"Why? Truly ye dinna need to do much, can get the ones on my wrist just canna reach the ones on my back."

"Okay, that I can do."

Very slowly and with a good bit of pain Will stands up and goes into the house soon coming out with the first aid kit and bandages and hands them over as he pulls off his shirt.

The exercise might be making him feel good but the wounds on his back are not being helped by it,

"Thank ye for doin' this, keep 'opin' will get to a point where willna be so bad."

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"Sit," and she points to the stairs. Moving carefully herself, she kneels behind him and starts to unwrap the banages.

"It should hopefully get better."

He sits down again, "Aye, is better just still 'urts is all."

"Getting wounded's a bitch."

"Aye, been 'urt 'fore, know it'll 'eal."

Since the physical wounds are the easiest to deal with after all.

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