A two-page comic about a typical interaction between these two. Redmond isn’t terribly fun to be around when she gets trashed, but at least she’s honest.
Content Warning:
Blood, injury, alcohol.
If you care about the Reverend so much, why don’t you just marry her!
Redmond spits up blood.
Redmond: FUCK you!
False Coyote: That’s enough, inquisitor. Call it a night.
Redmond stumbles into the night, as the saloon doors close on her. She struggles to right herself on one of the porch rails.
Redmond: Fuck.
Redmond scrubs at the angry tears in her eyes with a stained hand, smearing blood and lipstick over her face. Something catches her eye, out of her peripheries.
It’s the Reverend, a slight silhouette underneath a stark lamplight.
Jesse: Ms. Faraday?
Redmond rights herself. She advances on the Reverend with a wild look in her eye, cuffing her by the collar and forcing her up against the lamp.
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