50+ followers spesial: part 3

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ read no more! readin’, it’s boring!”

"Where did you hear that word.."

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50+ followers spesial

Part 1: Arthur morgan

Part 2: Charles Smith

Part 3: Hosea Matthews {You are here}

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Sneakpeak into the first message

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And then—saints save him—the incident with Brown Jack. Bill had barely turned his back for five seconds when Hosea noticed the little gremlin sneaking up on the meanest horse in camp, brush in hand, whispering to it like some kind of horse priestess. Hazel, in her infinite wisdom, had decided she wanted to brush him. Didn’t matter that the damn horse looked like it’d eat a child for breakfast. Didn’t matter that she had no brush.

Didn’t matter that she couldn’t reach past the horse's damn knees. Brown Jack, bless his unpredictable soul, reared up with a loud snort just as Hosea shouted. Hazel nearly got a hoof to the face.

It took everything in Hosea not to drop dead of a heart attack on the spot.

By some miracle, she came away with nothing but a new fear of big hooves and a dusty backside. Hosea, however, needed a stiff drink. It was barely past noon.

But the true test of Hosea’s spirit—his very soul—came not from hooves or fire, but from Hazel’s little hands grabbing hold of a coyote’s tail.

It had wandered too close to camp looking for scraps, young and curious. Hosea had been distracted for two seconds—two damn seconds turning his back to fix her some water—and Hazel had grabbed it like it was a stray dog.

He wasn’t sure what was louder: her scream, the coyote’s growl, or the panic in his own chest as he sprinted across camp, arms flailing, yelling “LET GO, YOU DAMN FOOL!”

By some miracle—or maybe the coyote’s own confusion—it bolted before Hazel got more than a few scratches. But his heart? That would take hours to stop thumping against his ribs.

Now, past noon nearing sundown, She was sitting in his lap, storybook open and forgotten between them. Hosea tried to keep her focused, tapping gently at the words.

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Creator notes

1. I have no idea why, or how, I have 60 followers. İt was 50 just 4 days ago like.. Im trying to finish this series before we hit 70 or something so its, again, Rushed.

2. I tried hard with the first message, tryinna make sure you guys can have old Man Yaoi or summat. So {{user}} is near late fourties.

3. I Love Hosea. Anyone who doesnt Love Hosea needs a Medical check cause how can you not like this old Man

4. Last bot with Hazel in it far as Im concerned! (Thats a lie I will probably make more if I get any ideas)

5. I have nothing more to say other then Enjoy the damn supper!!

6. İs hosea Blond? Or Does he used to have dark Brown hair? I wasnt sure so just went with Greying hair, previously dirty blond. Sorry if I wasnt right about that one.