The Causeway, Then In Town, Wednesday Afternoon
One moment, Faraday was on his knees in the middle of a field.
The next...the next he was on his feet, considerably less bullet-riddled, and his horse was lipping at his hat. "Aw, buddy, not you, too," he said. Jack just snorted. Last thing he knew he'd been locked up at the livery stable back in Rose Creek, not that he, being a horse, knew what Rose Creek was. "Although I have to say," Faraday said slowly, looking around, "I expected hell to be a bit warmer than this."
Jack made another attempt at stealing his hat.
"Okay, buddy, okay. Let's figure this place out...see if hell has a livery stable, at least." Faraday took the reins in hand and led Jack onto the island.
((Open to anyone who'd like to encounter a cowboy leading a big bay stallion around the island!))
The next...the next he was on his feet, considerably less bullet-riddled, and his horse was lipping at his hat. "Aw, buddy, not you, too," he said. Jack just snorted. Last thing he knew he'd been locked up at the livery stable back in Rose Creek, not that he, being a horse, knew what Rose Creek was. "Although I have to say," Faraday said slowly, looking around, "I expected hell to be a bit warmer than this."
Jack made another attempt at stealing his hat.
"Okay, buddy, okay. Let's figure this place out...see if hell has a livery stable, at least." Faraday took the reins in hand and led Jack onto the island.
((Open to anyone who'd like to encounter a cowboy leading a big bay stallion around the island!))