Chapters Chapter 1: Apples and Marigolds
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yup. The train is gonna be here soon,”
Big Mcintosh stood at the entrance to Sweet Apple Acres, Granny Smith and his sisters beside him.
“You sure you can watch over the farm?” McIntosh said.
“There’s not a whole lot to do,with the drought and all. That’s why you’re leaving, remember?” Granny Smith said.
“Yup.” McIntosh said.
McIntosh’s younger sister Applejack approached him. She was a young filly, recently getting her cutie mark.
“I’m gonna miss ya,” Applejack said.
“It won't be long,” McIntosh said.
“Alright. But you’d better come back soon,” Applejack said.
“You’d better work hard while I’m gone.” Mcintosh said.
“Mac, there isn’t a whole lot of work for her to do anyway. Now, you’d better hurry, the train will be arriving any minute,” Granny Smith said.
The family waved him off, as he set down the road to Ponyville proper.
“Wait!” Applejack called out.
“Huh?” McIntosh said, stopping.
“Take this. To remember me by” Applejack said, giving him her hat.
“I’m not gonna be gone that long, sis. But thanks,” McIntosh said.
Mac plopped the hat onto his head, which was a bit too small for him, but managed to stay on. It was big on her anyway, so it worked out okay. McIntosh hadn’t left Ponyville in what seemed like years. The town was still mostly asleep, early in the morning. The sun was just beginning to rise. lighting the summer sky. Soon, however, the sun would be beating down viciously, baking the life out of the Ponyville soil. Mac packed light, bringing nothing but some bits, some notes, and his train ticket. He carried this in a small pack he carried on his side. The heat was already beating down on McIntosh, he hoped to get on the train before the sun rose any higher. The train station was directly ahead, the train not yet in the station. Mac sat on a nearby bench, and waited for the train. He opened his pack, and began to look over its contents. He looked at the ticket, both bored and somewhat anxious.
Equestria Rail
Ponyville-Appleloosa line.
Train 104
Still bored, he continued to flip through his notes.
Braeburn. Yellow, Light-brown mane. A little too friendly.
Mac hadn’t met Braeburn since they were foals, he was supposed to meet up with him at the Appleloosa station. Supposedly there was a lot of money to be made down south, where Braeburn was helping settle Appleloosa. He had hoped to make money out on the frontier, to help the family along during the drought. He could send it back in the mail, through the Pony Express service. A slight breeze began to pick up,blowing his mane to the side. The cooling breeze was much appreciated as he waited. He heard a loud screeching noise, and he looked up from his notes. The train was slowing down, he packed his things into his bag. The train stopped, and he, along with a few other ponies waiting at the stop, showed their tickets, boarding the train. Mac took his seat, looking out the window. A young orange mare, slightly older than him, sat beside Mac.
“You don’t mind me sitting next to you, do you?” the mare asked.
“Nope,” Mac said.
“So, where you headed?” The mare asked.
“Appleloosa,” Mac said.
“Never heard of Appleloosa. I'm headed to Los Pegasus, gonna catch a train across the San Palomino to get there. Name’s Marigold, how about yourself?” The mare said.
“McIntosh. But call me Mac. Why you catching a train across the San Palomino? Wouldn’t it be easier to go through Whitetail?” Mac said
“The rail line to Whitetail is under maintenance. Instead of waiting I decided to head out across the San Palomino,” Marigold said..
Mac looked her over, not seeing much of what she looked like until now. Her curly, fair hair, and a light blue hat. Her cutie mark was of a marigold flower, as he expected. Her orange fur was strangely alluring, he lingered on the color for a second. She seemed to do the same, and they met eyes as they both looked up.
“You know why it’s out?” Mac asked.
“Probably just regular maintenance. So what are you headed to this Appleloosa for?” Marigold asked.
“Business,” Mac said.
“You aren’t very talkative, are you?” Marigold asked.
“Nope,” Mac replied.
The train started up once more, Ponyville slowly sliding away from them. The train was surprisingly empty and quiet, just how Mac liked it. Steam spewed out of the front of the train, the train speeding off.
"Nice hat, by the way," Marigold said.
"It's my sister's," Mac said.
"It is a bit small for you. You leaving your family?" Marigold asked.
"Not for long." Mac said.
"So what business you got in Appleloosa?" Marigold asked.
"Drought's caused the farm to dry up. Family needs money," Mac said.
"You're a farmer?" Marigold asked.
"Yup," Mac replied.
A mare pushing a cart containing various snacks and drinks passed by.
"Can I get you anything?" the mare asked.
"Nope" Mac said.
"How about you ma'am?" the mare asked.
"Some cider would be lovely," Marigold said.
"Sweet Apple okay?" the mare asked.
"Yes, please," Marigold said.
The mare grabbed a jug of cider off of the cart, and a glass. She poured her some cider, and continued on her way.
"Ya know, our family makes that cider," Mac said.
"You work at Sweet Apple?" Marigold asked.
"I'm the owner. For now, anyway," Mac asked.
"For now?" Marigold asked.
"I'm not much for leadership. My sister's a bright one. She'd do better with it than me, once she gets a bit older," Mac said.
"How old is she?" Marigold asked.
"She's still a filly. I've got a younger sister, too, still a foal," Mac said.
"No siblings myself, but close cousins," Marigold said.
"So, Los Pegasus, huh?” Mac asked.
“Yeah. City of lights and all that. I’m heading down there for some pleasure,” Marigold said.
“Never been. I hear it’s the quickest way to lose your bits,” Mac said.
“And have a hell of a lot of fun doing it!” Marigold said.
“Maybe once we’re done with this drought business I’ll check it out,” Mac said.
“From what I hear it’s hard cider, gambling, and plenty of hot stallions and mares galore. Sorry you’ve got to miss out,” Marigold said.
“Family needs me,” Mac said.
“Oh, I’m sure. You certainly look reliable,” Marigold said.
The scenery outside the window began to change, this part of the rail cut through the Everfree for a while. The huge trees of the swampy forest blocked out the sun, it felt like they were going into a tunnel.
“So how long you riding this train for?” Marigold asked.
“All the way to Appleloosa. No switching,” Mac said.
So where is Appleloosa then? Must be close by if you can get there without a switch,” Marigold said
“East of Dodge Junction.” Mac said.
“Deep south, eh? Damn, you’re lucky to get a ticket like that. I’ve gotta wait for hours before my second train,” Marigold said.
Marigold took a big swig of cider, and continued talking.
“You know Mac, I like you. We should meet up sometime after this is all over. I live in Ponyville, in between town hall and the boutique,” Marigold said.
“Maybe. Don’t know when I’ll be back though,” Mac said.
“You’re just working during the drought, right? Can’t take you that long,” Marigold said.
“You sure are eager to see me again,” Mac said.
“Well, my stop is coming up soon, and I think you’re kinda cute. Can you blame me?” Marigold said.
“I suppose not,” Mac said.
Marigold seemed slightly disappointed by Mac’s answer, her smile dropping somewhat.
“Well, it looks like I should go. See you around, cowboy,” Marigold said, looking up to Applejack’s hat.
The train’s brakes activated, the momentum of the train carrying it forward for a while. The train pulled into the station ahead, and passengers started to stand up and leave. Marigold took a large swig of her cider, finishing the glass, and quickly left the train. Passengers began to board, but no one sat next to Mac. He was left with his thoughts for the rest of the ride, wishing he had brought something to read. Mac hadn’t heard much about the southern frontiers, other than that there was work available. Mac leaned against the train wall, looking out the window across from him. The train had reached Ghastly Gorge approaching a large iron bridge which spanned the chasm along it’s narrowest point. Colossal supports held the bridge with magnificent strength, perhaps more than was necessary. Mac had heard this bridge was in part made so large was that the pegasi workers from cloudsdale wanted to show off, using it a symbol of their industrial prowess, back when the factories were just starting up. The mare came by again, and picked up Marigold’s mug. Mac had a long ride ahead of him, the sun beaming in through the windows. Mac anxiously waited, the hours seeming like forever. Watching the endless stretch of plains, Mac allowed himself to slip off into his thoughts for a bit.
Some time later, with a stop in between Appleloosa and Dodge Junction, the sun now high in the sky, Mac noticed some apple trees, looking them over somewhat tiredly. Funny, that all this sitting around seemed to exhaust him more than a hard day’s work. The train slowed, the brakes screeching, as it pulled into the station. Mac stood up, stretching out his legs. He walked out of the train, along with the other passengers,where he was greeted with a refreshing breeze, albeit not a cool one. The breeze was just as hot, but the airflow kept him cool nonetheless. Mac could feel his skin being baked by the heat, but compared to Ponyville it was heaven. Here there would actually be water. Mac began looking around for Braeburn, not seeing him.
“Howdy cousin! Glad to see you made it here okay!” an overly-excited voice yelled to him.
A younger stallion, with long brown hair and yellow fur, came sprinting towards him.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Mac, overwhelmed by his energy.
“Come with me, I’ll show you around!” Braeburn said excitedly.
Before Mac could even open his mouth to respond, Braeburn had already hurried off into the town proper. Mac followed behind, at a much slower, relaxed pace. Appleloosa was bigger than he expected, for a frontier town. As much as he thought he didn’t need it, he was glad he had Applejack’s hat. It kept the sun off of him.
“So this here’s the town hall, where Sheriff Silverstar is, n’ over there is the post office. Figure you’ll be there often, writing home and such.” Braeburn said.
“Mostly just to send some money home.” Mac said.
“Well, you have to keep in contact with your friends and family, too!” Braeburn said.
“Maybe,” Mac said.
“The saloon is down that way, and over here is the best little bakery I’ve ever-” Braeburn said, before being interrupted.
“What are we doing down here?” Mac asked.
“Huh?” Braeburn said, confused.
“I’m here to work, not chat or tour. Where’s the farm?” Mac said.
“Hmph. Don’t you think you should have some fun? We can work later, just take a day off! I own the farm, it’s not like I’m gonna fire you or something!” Braeburn said.
“If I have to,” Mac said.
“That’s the spirit!” Braeburn said.
Braeburn enthusiastically ran ahead, Mac slowly following behind.
“So, I figure you’re hungry, and them bakers make these great bagels. Of course, apples are our little town’s main food, but I figure you've had plenty of those, eh?” Braeburn said.
Braeburn opened the door to Treats and Sweets, the bakery he had mentioned. The place was mostly empty, but a couple of ponies were eating at a table in the corner. The place seemed to be thriving however, being one of the few restaurants in the small town.
“Welcome!” The mare running the bakery exclaimed.
Mac walked in after him, the smell of fresh bread and coffee enticing him inside. It started to make Mac realise just how hungry he was.
“The regular, Brae?” The mare asked.
“Yep, but I got my cousin with me this time,” Braeburn said.
“And what would you like then?” She asked Mac.
He looked over the menu briefly, and made his order.
“Could I just get a bagel and cider?” Mac said.
“Yes sir!” she said, and began to prepare the food, along with an older stallion working in the back.
Braeburn took his seat, and beckoned to Mac to sit next to him.
“I figure you can start work tomorrow, I’ll have Dumpling show you the ropes, it shouldn’t be too much different from Sweet Apple. Now, enough about work, how’s the family?” Braeburn asked.
“They’re fine,” Mac said.
“I haven’t seen Applejack in years, how is she?” Braeburn asked.
“She’s alright,” Mac said.
“And the foal, Applebloom?” Braeburn asked.
“Fine,” Mac said.
Mac tapped his hooves on the table, disinterested in the conversation.
“I haven't seen Granny in what seems like ages, she doing okay?” Brae asked, forcing conversation once more.
“Other than some minor hip problems, she’s okay,” Mac said.
”I suppose it’s to be expected at her age,” Braeburn responded.
The mare brought a tray full of tea, muffins, cider and a bagel. The conversation fell silent, and once the food arrived, they ate in awkward silence. Braeburn covered the bill, and rose from his seat.
“Come on, let’s go to the farm. You’d probably like to see it, right?” Braeburn said.
Mac simply followed, as they headed down the road. The dust and heat were in full swing, soaking Mac in sweat. The farm was ahead, down a side road. Braeburn lead him into the house, out of the sun.
“Hiya! Name’s Dumpling.” A mare’s voice called out to him.
A light green mare with a short, messy red mane, and a freckle covered face approached him.
“This is Mac,” Braeburn said.
“Pleased to meet ya! So, you’re gonna be working here, eh? ” Dumpling said.
“Yup.” Mac said.
“Well come on in and have a seat! You must be exhausted from the heat!” Dumpling said.
Mac gladly accepted the offer, and sat down on a couch nearby. Looking around the room, the house was simple, but nice. He could get used to this.
“Been quite a while since we’ve had such a big, strong stallion like yourself. You’ll be more than welcome,” Dumpling said.
“Except for myself, of course,” Braeburn said.
“I said big and strong, scrawny.” Dumpling said, laughing.
“Humph. We’ll see,” Braeburn said.
“Well, I can show you to your room if your want, so you can unpack your things,” Dumpling said.
“I didn’t bring much, but I guess I can put my pack away,” Mac said.
She gestured him upstairs, into a small,simplistic room. The room looked like it had been empty for years.
“Well, make yourself at home. I’m sure Brae will have something for you soon,” Dumpling said, heading back downstairs.
Mac put his pack down on the bed, and opened it up. He took his hat off, and put it on top of the dresser. He emptied the pack onto the bed, and noticed a strange, torn piece of paper inside. He unfolded it, and read.
The Gambit
Room 104
See ya there, Cowboy.
“Hmph, she really thinks I’d go all that way...” Mac mumbled.
“All what way?” Braeburn said, overhearing his mumbling as he was coming upstairs.
“It’s nothing.” Mac said.
“We both know it isn’t nothing, now tell me!” Braeburn said playfully.
“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” Mac said.
“You’re just making me more interested!” Braeburn said.
“If you must know, I met a mare on the train here, she left a note in my bag,” Mac said.
“Ooh! And what did it say?” Braeburn said.
“Just a hotel number. The Gambit, Los Pegasus” Mac said.
“Mac, I didn’t realize you met her like that.” Braeburn said, half-jokingly.
“Shuddup. It’s not like that. We barely even talked.” Mac said.
“No mare just gives a casual invite to a hotel room in Los Pegasus,” Braeburn said.
“And what do you know about mares?” Mac said.
“More than you, from the sound of things. So are you gonna go?” Braeburn asked.
“Maybe,” Mac said.
“So yes?” Braeburn said.
“I said maybe,” Mac said
“There’s no maybe when it comes to mares. Either you love her or you don’t,” Braeburn said.
“Love? We just met today,” Mac said.
“Haven’t you ever heard of love at first sight?” Braeburn said.
“Heard, yes,” Mac said.
“I think you should go.” Braeburn said.
“I’m here to work, not to run off with some random mare.” Mac said.
“Well, work the rest of the week if you want, but you’ve got some time off on the weekends. Cobbler works your position then,” Braeburn said.
“I guess it would be rude to turn her down,” Mac said.
“Not even away foraday and you’re already got a lady,” Braeburn said.
“It isn’t like that.” Mac said.
“Of course it isn’t,” Braeburn said, with a slight wink.
Mac just sighed, and put the rest of his belongings away.
“Now let’s go see the trees, shall we?” Braeburn said.
“Yeah.” Mac said.
Mac followed Braeburn downstairs and outside. A sea of apples seemed to stretch on for miles. Pony powered cider pressing machinery was sitting in front of them, and large crates for apples were being filled by the other workers outside.
“Nice,” Mac said.
“Not quite as big as Sweet Apple, but still plenty of work to be done. We’ll probably start you off on bucking. It’ll probably take some time to get you used to it, but It isn’t too hard. Watch this.” Braeburn said.
Braeburn charged up to a tree and bucked it with all his might. The tree shook, and a small pile of apples fell off. Several apples still remained on the tree, and he kicked again, knocking them off.
“Impressed?” Braeburn asked.
Mac slowly walked towards a tree, and turned his back to it, Braeburn stifling a laugh at his form. Mac gave the tree a swift kick, and it shook violently. Every last apple fell, and only a few leaves. Braeburn’s mouth was agape, in awe of his bucking. He quickly got his composure back, however.
“I guess that’s why Sweet Apple has so few workers. Still, you’ve got a while to go,” Braeburn said.
The two of them continued the tour, until the sun began to lower. Braeburn showed Mac where the tools are kept, and where to put the bucked apples. He began to explain their system next.
“So, as a bucker, you’ll be paired with a collector. That’s how you run it at Sweet Apple too, right?” Braeburn asked.
“Yup.” Mac said.
“Lucky for you, Red volunteered to work with you,” Braeburn said.
“Red?” Mac asked.
“She’s over there, packing up the last crate for today.” Braeburn said.
Mac looked over, and saw a young mare, with pink fur, and a green mane.
“Dinnertime!” Dumpling yelled, ringing a bell.
“Ah, well, looks like you’ll have to talk to her some other time.” Braeburn said.
Everypony headed into the house, and headed into the dining room. A gigantic spread was laid out, which made Mac’s mouth water.
“Dig in!” Dumpling said.
Everypony sat down and began to eat. All sorts of vegetable dishes were set out, along with some fruits. Everypony was given some bread, and the dishes were passed around. Some sweets finished the dinner, and everypony was full. Mac volunteered to help clean up, but Dumpling insisted, especially since he was new. Mac felt strangely tired after eating, and decided to head to sleep. Must just be exhausted from all the change, he figured. By tommorow things would be more normal. He fell asleep quickly, long before anyone else.
Mac didn’t sleep well. He woke up rough and still half asleep. He walked slowly out of his room, and headed to the bathroom, fixed his hair, and headed downstairs.
“You’re up! Breakfast will be done soon, thats usually what wakes everypony up.” Dumpling said.
“Alright.” Mac said, and sat down.
“I never got to meet you yesterday. I’m Red Gala” Red said.
“McIntosh.” Mac said.
“We’ll see if you’re as strong as you look soon enough.” Red said.
Another large spread of food was being laid out, as everypony began to pour down the stairs. They ate, and then headed to the trees.
“So, you just kick the apples down, and I’ll grab them in this bucket.” Red said.
Mac nodded.
“Then let’s get to work.” Red said.
Mac’s incredible strength allowed him to buck apples with ease, and along with Red’s speed, they worked hard and effectively. The weather was hot, and the work was hard. The next few days went like this, a cycle of work and sleep. A couple of times he got involved in games with the others after dinner, but generally kept to himself. The weekend came fast, and Mac contemplated whether or not to go to Los Pegasus. He decided he needed to have a little fun, and leaving a girl waiting would be rude. But first came his pay. Waking up that Friday morning, Braeburn gave him his pay.
“Mornin’ cousin.” Braeburn said.
“You’ve got my pay?” Mac asked.
“Yep! You’ve done good work around here, Mac.” Braeburn said.
Braeburn gave him his pay in bits.
“This is...a lot.” Mac said.
“Thats 5000 for the month, so that you don’t have to send money as often. And, I figured you could use a little extra for tonight.” Braeburn said, winking.
“I guess I’ll head out after breakfast.” Mac said.
“To send the money?” Braeburn said.
“Nope.” Mac said, heading downstairs.
“Then where?” Braeburn asked.
“Train.” Mac said, sitting down.
“Ooh, to Los Pegasus?” Brae asked.
Mac didn’t answer. He quietly ate his breakfast, and was out the door, taking his pack with him. He was glad about Braeburn giving him the small raise for tonight, and honestly liked him, but didn’t to talk. His train was early and empty, which was just fine with him. Looking out the window he began to see desert, with the city on the horizon. Later in the day the train pulled into station, and he got off. Looking around he saw huge buildings, with blinking lights. Busy ponies hurried around him, no doubt in a rush to lose their money. Mac didn’t want to spend much money on the streets,he headed to The Gambit. He had no idea where to look, but didn’t want to stop anypony. Luckily, with all the glowing signs, it wasn’t very hard to find. The gambit was huge, and not too far away. All around him was sin, whether it was in the form of gambling, drinking, or sex. Prostitution was technically illegal, but was never enforced. Scantily clad ponies were on every corner, smelling of cheap perfume and hard liquor. Mac had no idea what she saw in this place, but he knew he saw something in her, or else he wouldn’t have done something as stupid as come out here. He quickly headed into the gambit, which was at least classier than the streets. Mac was going to head for the room number, when he saw her red hat sticking out. He approached her, as she was sitting at a bar.
“Well, damn, you actually showed up!” Marigold said.
She was wearing a crimson dress to match her hat.
“Figured it musta been important.” Mac said.
“Hell yes it is! I can’t bear to see someone as cute as you not with me! Come on, have a drink!” Marigold said.
“I really shouldn’t.” Mac said.
“I thought you came here to have some fun, farm boy! I dont wanna see you work your life away without little fun with Marigold!” Marigold said.
:I guess one won’t hurt nothin’.” Mac said.
“That’s the spirit, cowboy!” Marigold said.
He ordered a whiskey, which was as expected, overpriced. Marigold had already drank quite a lot, but ordered another. The two of them downed their booze quickly.
“Now you’re getting it!” Marigold said.
The two of them shared a few more drinks, but Marigold was acting oddly sober.
“She must just be able to handle her booze well.” Mac thought.
Marigold stood up, and gestured Mac to follow onto the casino floor. The city seemed a hell of a lot better with her by his side.
“Up for a game or two?” Marigold asked.
“Sure.” Mac said.
Maybe Braeburn was right. He did need to take time off. The two of them gambled fora bit, Mac being careful not to spend any more than Braeburn had given him. He ended up losing a couple bits, but had pretty much expected it.
“So, farmboy, what about you and I head up to my room?” Marigold whispered to him.
Normally, Mac would have said no, but there was something about her he couldn’t resist. She had managed to break down his reserved attitude. The booze didn’t hurt, either. She ran up the stairs, and opened up her room, Mac following behind her, a bit slower. He couldn’t believe this, but he wasn’t stopping. Following the smell of her perfume and the red of her dress, he ended up in her room. Almost immediately she embraced him, running her hooves through his hair, and kissing him. He resisted at first, but quickly gave in, and she removed his hat and pack. He helped her with her dress, and the two of them fell on to her bed. Mac had never been quite so sure about her until now. Now he could cross another of Los Pegasus’s sins off of his list. Afterwards, the two of them slept, McIntosh glad for once about being out here.
Mac woke up, his head pounding from the night before. He was alone. He rolled out of bed, and groggily looked around. She was nowhere to be found. He noticed a bottle of whiskey, with a note attached.
Mac.
Sorry. You’ve probably figured out my game by now. This should help. I hate to do this to such a cute stallion, especially as good a lover as yourself, but I’ve gotta go. I needed this more than you could possibly understand. Hope you at least had fun, about 4800 bits worth. I know I did. I know you probably don’t want to see me ever again, and that’s for the best, but I honestly do like you, Mac. I guess I’ll see you around, cowboy.
“What does she mean, 4800 bits?” Mac muttered.
Mac didn’t drink the whiskey, having had enough of alcohol for quite a while. Mac grabbed his pack, when he noticed it was nearly empty! 210 bits were left, barely even enough to get home! Oh Celestia! How could he have been so stupid! He quickly ran out of the room, trying in vain to find her. But she had left long ago, the booze she left was already warm again.He slammed his hoof into the wall,furious with Marigold, Braeburn, and himself. He was going to find her. He had two days to search for her before leaving Los Pegasus, and she couldn’t have gotten far. He went as quickly as he could in his current state, he could tell that she had done something to him. He hadn’t drink that much, but he didn't remember much besides the sex. She was good, but not 4800 bits good. He rethought the drink, he needed it now. She wouldn’t have anything to gain from drugging him again anyway. He took a small swig, and then headed down to the casino floor.
“You see a mare in a crimson hat leave here?” Mac asked one of the employees.
“Even if I had I wouldn’t tell you. Try asking someone who’s job doesn’t depend on it.” he said.
Mac approached a stallion leaving the hotel, facing away from him.
“Have you seen a mare in a crimson hat leave here?” he asked.
“Can you be more descriptive?” he asked, turning to him.
“Orange fur, dark brown mane, red dress?” he asked.
:I might have seen her. How much is she worth to you?” he asked.
“Not in the mood,” Mac said.
The stallion had looked away from Mac’s face finally, and seeing his huge leg muscles, decided to give in.
“Point taken. I saw somepony fitting her description walk out of here not too long ago, heading down topaz street. Only thing down there would be-” he said before being interrupted by Mac.
“Train station.” Mac said, charging out of the casino, nearly knocking the stallion over on
“Slow down. You need a ticket to board.” the guard said.
Mac easily broke the guard’s grip, but didn't run off again.
“I just need on for a second.” Mac explained, anger in his voice.
“I don’t care. Pay up or get out. It’s 5 bits,” the guard said.
Mac quickly paid,not wanting to waste time, and boarded. He searched the cars quickly and methodically, shaking as he went. In the end of the third car, he saw her. Clad in crimson, and holding her hat in her hooves. She was looking out the window, at the endless expanse of desert beyond the city borders. He slowly approached her, hoping she wouldn’t notice him until he got close.
‘It’s so empty. Makes me wonder, why is this city even here?” Marigold said, fullyawa
“Having fun with my money?” Mac said, standing over her.
“Mac, I told you, I’m sorry. But I need this, really.” Marigold said.
“I’m getting that money.” Mac said.
‘I doubt that.” Marigold said.
Springing up from her seat, she flung herself onto Mac, not quite toppling him, but giving her some time. He made a grab at her, but she slinked away, and ran off down the cars. Mac chased after her, fueled by rage, and was gaining. Marigold had reached the end of the cars, the desert behind her.
“You know, it didn’t have to be this way,” Mac said.
‘But you just had to pursue me,” Marigold said.
Marigold jumped from the back of the train, running off into the city. Mac followed her, tire of the chase. She had backed into an alleyway, as Mac slowly approached.
“Give me the money. My family needs this.” Mac said.
“Then you should know how I feel.” Marigold said.
Mac reached to grab her, when she sprung into the air, jumping past his reach. Marigold reached for her waist, revealing a hidden pocket in her dress. A small, elegant revolver was concealed inside, with a crimson handle.
“I don’t want to hurt you, hun, but you need to learn when to give up. I’m sorry for your family, really, but you’d best give up on it. Unless you want them to have to pay for a funeral, too.”
She slowly backed away, Mac staying still.
“You know, I can help.” Mac said.
“Huh?’ she said.
‘You mentioned something about your family, I can help.” Mac said.
“I wouldn’t want to get you involved. Besides, you’ve done more than enough.” Marigold
Marigold dashed off to her train, Mac not following her any longer. He needed to follow her. He still had his ticket. He headed to the train, climbing on from the back. He flashed his ticket to the guard, and hoped she wouldn't find him. Luckily, she sat at the front this time. He managed to keep his anger in check for now, as the train for Dodge Junction began to cut through the desert.
Mac kept his head low, and watched the desert go by him. Confronting her on the train wouldn't work, it’s too public. So he waited, and watched the desert. The train eventually reached the small dustball that was Dodge Junction. The town was a small, isolated dot of civilization in a harsh desert. Marigold left the train, and Mac followed, leaving from the back. The sun beat down on him, he could feel the pure heat radiating around him. Marigold quickly went through the village, determined and all business. Mac watched her from a distance, careful to stay away from her. She didn’t even seem interested in the town, she headed away from the buildings, and into the desert. The blowing sands quickly swallowed her, and Mac had to follow as to not lose sight of her. The desert seemed to stretch on for ever, but he knew it hadn’t been more than a couple minutes he had been tailing her.
In the distance he saw three figures shadowy figures slowly materialize out of the sands. Three stallions were standing around a small camp, nothing more than a few tents and a fire. Two of them were rough figures, muscular, but not tough. Both pegasi. The third stuck out, being a true desert dweller. He could tell immediately from his face. Covered in scars, with an elongated muzzle. His blonde hair was torn and dirty, swept back by the wind. He was always looking beyond you, never at you. He was tall, and athletic. Not musclebound, but strong. He looked somewhat underfed, his chest was thin. His brown fur was cut thin, looking more like a thin covering than a full coat. Marigold approached them, the desert-dweller clearly the leader of the group, spoke, in a clear, eloquent tone, but he was unable to fully mask his rough voice. His speech was too perfect, he was clearly unfamiliar with the Equestrian dialect. Most likely he was from the deserts to the south of the hills.
“You’ve got the bits?” he said.
“Right here.” Marigold said, opening her pack..
Marigold showed him the money, inside a small canvas bag.
“Now bring him to me, and if you bastards hurt him, you’ll be begging for me to shoot you. by time I’m done.” Marigold said, welling up with anger.
“Relax, the boy is unharmed, and he will remain that way, as long as we get paid. Come with us, we will discuss this further inside, away from the sands and sun.” the desert-dweller said.
Marigold didn’t budge.
“I’ve got the money, now let him go. That was the deal.” Marigold said.
“Fine. Go get the boy, and bring him out here.” The desert-dweller said.
One of the pegasi headed into the tent on the left, and dragged out a young colt, not even as old as Applejack. The colt was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. His blue fur was dirty, and his grey mane was a mess, but he was unharmed physically. He was thrown onto the sands roughly, and the pegasus drew a knife, and put it to his head. Marigold reached to her waist, when the pegasus cut his blindfold. The colt opened his eyes slowly, wincing in pain from adjusting to light. His gag was removed, but he was left bound. She gave them the money, which the desert dweller took. The colt began to weep, his voice shaky and weak.
“Mari! Thank Celestia you’re here! I thought I was gonna die!” the colt said.
The pegasi both shifted to the side, one closer to Marigold, the other to the desert dweller.
“It’s going to be okay. You’re safe, now.” Marigold said, tearing up.
“I’m glad to see you’re reasonable after all. Just a simple transaction.” The desert dweller said.
“Let’s get out of here.” she said, undoing his rope bindings.
“I think you should stick around for a while.” One of the pegasi said, grabbing her by the neck.
The other pegasus grabbed the desert dweller, and shoved him to the ground.
“What are you doing? She gave us the money! Let go of me!” the desert dweller said.
“Boss says we leave no witnesses. That means you.” one explained.
“He never trusted you.” The other added.
They both pulled their knives, the colt screaming once more.
“Mari! Help! Anypony, please!” he wailed.
Mac ran through the sands,charging at the pegasus holding Marigold, slamming into him with his shoulder, toppling him. Mac disarmed him, and stamped his chest, crushing his chest. He gasped for air, and Mac let up, and kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him out. Marigold, now free, grabbed her gun, and pointed it towards the other pegasus. The desert dweller remained silent. The other pegasus threw the desert-dweller to the ground, and charged at Mac with a knife, slashing at his foreleg, giving him a deep cut. Marigold fired, wounding the pegasus’s leg, sending the knife flying. The pegasus bolted off in fear, Marigold firing several more times, but not able to see him any longer in the sand.
“I thought I told you to come alone.” the desert dweller said.
“I thought I did.” she said.
“You want me to let them kill you?” Mac asked.
“I’m glad you came, really. I owe you my life.” The desert dweller said.
“Shut up. I’m still not sure I want you alive.” Marigold said.
“I did what I had to for money. But I had no idea they would try to kill a child.” the desert dweller said.
“Well, if you are as innocent a you say, Celestia might have mercy on you and pull you out of Tartarus. Hell, you might even go to heaven. Maybe not.” Marigold said, cocking her gun.
“He told me all I had to do was hold the child until you came.” the desert dweller said.
Marigold held the revolver to his head, and he closed his eyes, and muttered a prayer beneath his voice. Mac simply watched, unable to make himself stop her. He didn't want to see him die, but he understood her anger.
"Any last words, bastard?" she said.
He stayed silent.
"At least you had some honor in death, unlike in life." Marigold said.
He looked into her eyes, she was filled with pure fury. He knew this was his end.
‘Stop!” the colt said.
“Rain?” Marigold said.
“Dont do it! He’s telling the truth!” Rain said, still half bound.
“How do you know?” Marigold asked.
“He was the only one to show me kindness. he would treat me like a pony, not just some object.” Rain said.
“I may not be proud of what I had done, but I wanted it to go with as little suffering as possible.” the desert dweller said.
"Then I'll at least give you the same courtesy." Marigold said.
"He had fought with the others about my binding. He gave me water and food. He stopped the others from beating me."
Marigold was shaking, nearly having pulled the trigger, but she put the gun down. She holstered the gun, and unbound Rain.
“Thank you ever so much. I am glad to see this all done.” the desert dweller said.
“Now get the hell out of my sight.” Marigold said.
The desert dweller walked off into the desert once more, fading in seconds.
“Mac, I’m so sorry.” Marigold said, turning to him.
“I’ve had enough apologies.” he said.
“Here, take the money, Its 6000 bits total, keep it all for what I put you through. I hope you can forgive me someday, but I understand if you don’t. I just h-” Marigold was interrupted by Mac kissing her, which she quickly gave in to.
“I know.” was all Mac said.
“Who’s this?” Rain asked.
“It’s not important.” Marigold said.
“Yes it is! He saved all of our lives! And he kissed my sister!” Rain said.
“McIntosh. Of the Apple family.” Mac said.
‘Let’s get out of this desert.” Marigold said, to which they all agreed.
The sand swallowed them up once more, as Marigold led them back to Dodge Junction.
“Mac, how’s your leg?” Let me see it.” Marigold said.
“It’s fine.” Mac said, as it dripped several drops of blood onto the sand, staining it red.
“No, it isn’t.” Marigold said, tearing at her dress.
She took a small chunk off the end, and wrapped his leg.
“This should at least stop the bleeding for now.” Marigold said.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Mac said.
“It’s the least I owe you for what you did back there.” Marigold said.
“Your dress is ruined now.” Mac said.
“This thing? It’s fine,really.” Marigold said, looking at the huge tear in the dress.
The three of them talked until they reached Dodge Junction, where they would part, for now.
“I’m going to be staying here for a while, until I can catch a train to Ponyville. Say, what’s the address of this Braeburn’s farm?” Marigold said.
“Why?” Mac asked.
“So I can send you letters.” Marigold said.
He gave her the address, which she wrote on a small chunk of scrap paper.
“I guess I’ll see you around, cowboy.” Marigold repeated, before kissing him again, and Mac boarded a train back to Appaloosa.
“So just who is this guy? You know him?” Rain asked Marigold as Mac boarded.
“He’s a...friend.” Marigold said.
“Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t give each other those sorts of looks. Now I want to know whether or not I’m going to have a new family member soon!” Rain said.
“I doubt it. He’ll want to settle down.” Marigold said.
The train took off, separating them for now.
Chapter 4: Orange Surprise.
As the day dragged on, Mac was glad to have the relaxation of the train ride. He was exhausted, from the excitement and from the desert. His throat was dry, and his eyes hurt. But the satisfaction of getting his family’s money back, and saving that colt were plenty enough to make it worth it. Mac laid back, and rested for a bit. The train pulled into Appaloosa station, and Mac got off. He headed down to the post office, to have the money sent, before he somehow lost it again. He sent 5800 bits, much more than expected, and kept the other 200. The pony express would deliver it today, and it should get there in a few days, not counting Sunday. He began the long walk back to the farm, to go sleep in his not-yet comfortable bed around not-quite friends. Or at least, he planned it, before Braeburn stopped him.
“Mac! You’re back! Tell me all about it!” Braeburn said, much too excited about someone else’s personal life.
“Nope.” Mac said, heading upstairs.
“What? But I have to know!” Braeburn said.
“No, you don’t.” Mac said, preferring to keep his personal life, well, personal.
It was around then that Braeburn noticed the bandaging around Mac’s leg.
“What happened to your leg?” Braeburn asked.
“Nothing that will affect my work.” Mac said, exhausted.
“Or maybe this mare is into that sort of thing?” Braeburn said.
Mac gave him a stare that said more than any words.
“Relax, Mac, I’m joking!” Braeburn said.
‘I would relax, but you keep talking.” Mac said.
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone for now.” Braeburn said.
Mac headed upstairs, and collapsed on his bed, so exhausted he hadn't even thought that he hadn’t eaten today. Tomorrow he awoke hungry, and ate breakfast quickly. The day was rather boring, he helped out with work, even though he had the day off. He couldn’t stand being idle. Although, the boredom was a welcome change from the weekend. Mac worked throughout the week, and by Wednesday morning, he had sunk back into routine. By Friday, things had almost become normal. Except with one small change. An orange one, to be exact. Mac had been expecting letters from Marigold, but not this. He woke up, to find her next to him.
“Gah!” Mac exclaimed, seeing her when he woke.
“What?” she said, still half asleep.
“When did you get here? How did you get here?’ Mac said.
“You must have been too tired last night to remember. I got here late last night, and slept here.” Marigold explained.
‘Why?” Mac asked.
“That should be obvious.” Marigold said.
“What about your brother?” Mac asked.
“He’s back home, with our mother.” Marigold said.
‘How long are you staying?” Mac asked.
“As long as you can stand me.” Marigold said.
“You do know I have to work today, right?” Mac said.
“I can wait. Maybe meet some of your family.” Marigold said.
Mac hadn’t quite realised how far this had gone. He could see himself with her, but not quite this quickly.
“Just, try not to tell too much to Braeburn.” Mac said.
‘Huh, and here I thought you wanted me to tell your family all about it. I was so sure he’d love to hear about your-”
“Okay, I get it.” Mac said.
“Are you sure Braeburn wouldn’t want to hear all about your-”
“The worst part is, I’m not sure he wouldn’t.” Mac said.
“...Penis.” Marigold said.
“Enough!” Mac said, with as much of a blush as red fur would show.
“Sorry, it’s just so fun watching this!” Marigold said.
“I just, don’t like to talk about it.” Mac said.
“There aren’t many things you do like to talk about, are there?” Marigold said.
“I just...think it should be kept private” Mac said.
“Huh, well if you say so. Guess it just leaves more for me.” Marigold said, with a wink.
Mac was never too comfortable talking about sex or sexuality with others. Even around her it felt...wrong.
“You should probably get to work.” Marigold said.
“...Wait, does Braeburn know you’re here?” Mac said.
“Yeah. I wrote him a letter about it. I told him to keep it a surprise though.” Marigold said.
“Well, then I guess I’ll see you soon.” Mac said.
She kissed him, and he headed downstairs, and she slept in a little longer. Mac ate, and got to work, like usual. Red was sick, and so work slowed, Mac now having to collect and buck. While mac was at work, Marigold awoke from the warm bed. She decided what would be a better way to be a houseguest than rifle through his things and eat their food? She lazily headed downstairs, her hair a mess, where she met Dumpling.
“Huh? Are you that mare that came for Mac?” Dumpling asked.
“You could say that.” Marigold said, unable to contain herself.
“It’s great to finally meet you! Mac must have been pleased to have you here.” Dumpling said.
“Oh, definitely.’ Marigold said, still grinning.
“Here, let fix you something for breakfast, you must be hungry.” Dumpling said.
“That’d be great. Just anything that doesn't take much work to make.” Marigold said.
“Oh no, I insist!” Dumpling said.
“Well, If you don’t mind.” Marigold said.
‘It’s what I do around here, darlin’. I cook, and I clean.” Dumpling said.
Marigold looked out the window, where Mac was working. Braeburn seemed like he was trying to keep up with him, but was quickly left behind. She didn't realize how hard ofa worker he was until now. She could tell he was a working stallion, but not quite like this. Maybe it would balance out her laziness. Marigold watched him for a while, until Dumpling brought her a lovely dish of wonderfully spiced greens, and baked apples.
“Mmm, this is delicious! Where did you learn to cook like this?” Marigold asked.
“My mother taught me. I used to dream of opening a restaurant, you know. I guess this is just my way of keeping it alive.” Dumpling said.
“Why didn’t you do it?” Marigold asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think it would work out. I’d be better to keep doing what I know, I guess.” Dumpling said.
“I think you could do it.” Marigold said, her mouth full.
“Really? You know, most ponies aren’t too interested in me.” Dumpling said.
“You’re beautiful, and a great cook! What’s not to love?” Marigold asked.
“Oh stop! Now I know you’re flattering me! A plain country girl like myself!” Dumpling
“Plain? Hun, if you gave me a few minutes with that hair, you’d look fabulous.” Marigold
“I suppose that would be nice...” Dumpling said.
Marigold finished her plate, and gestured Dumpling to her.
“Wait, right now?” Dumpling said.
“Why not? I need to do mine, anyway.’ Marigold said.
The two of them headed upstairs to the bathroom, where there was a mirror. A few minutes later, she was finished. Her previously messy hair was brushed and styled into a cute, but elegant style.
“I love it! This country bumpkin is starting to look like a classy lady!” Dumpling said.
The two of them headed back downstairs, and continued to chat for a while, before the workers came back inside.
“Hey Mac, how come you never told me you had such an awesome cousin?” Marigold said.
“Huh?” Mac said.
“Dumpling. She’s amazing. Great chef, and she’s freakin adorable.” Marigold said.
“I guess so.” Mac said, not used to seeing this side of Marigold. Then again, everypony is different at home than in public.
Braeburn approached Marigold, eager to talk to her.
“So, I finally get to meet you! The mare who Mac’s been talking all about!” Braeburn said.
“No, I haven’t.” Mac said.
“You've been talking plenty with your eyes. I bet all the other girls are jealous you’ve got such a strong, handsome coltfriend.” Braeburn said.
As Braeburn walked away, Marigold whispered to Mac.
“Is he...you know...that way?” Marigold asked.
“I have no idea.” Mac said.
Marigold shrugged.
“Whatever.” she said.
Everypony ate dinner, which Dumpling had prepared. Lots of conversation about Mac and Marigold, and Dumpling’s new look, and Red was exchanged, but none of it was anything new. Mac nearly zoned out during the conversation. Afterwards, they talked a while longer and Marigold head up to bed. Mac followed behind her. He looked at her with the look that Marigold had started to become familiar with, the way he looked her over. They got to his room, where she immediately embraced him. The two of them were absorbed in each other, and kissed each other. She fell onto the bed, pulling Mac with her.
