Ye Old Fence Post, Wednesday October 15
Murdock hadn't slept very well last night. An assortment of odd dreams kept him tossing and turning, though he couldn't make a bit of sense of them.
Not that his dreams usually made a whole lot of sense to begin with.
Deciding that he didn't want to spend another day listlessly staring at the TV in his motel room, he collected the rifle and pistol he still had from the last job and wandered to a semi-secluded part of town. Looked like this place used to be some sort of target range.
He wasn't really up for shooting things, but he did want to give the weapons a good cleaning. And he wasn't dumb enough to do it in a place where there were other people, like a motel.
(very open!)
Not that his dreams usually made a whole lot of sense to begin with.
Deciding that he didn't want to spend another day listlessly staring at the TV in his motel room, he collected the rifle and pistol he still had from the last job and wandered to a semi-secluded part of town. Looked like this place used to be some sort of target range.
He wasn't really up for shooting things, but he did want to give the weapons a good cleaning. And he wasn't dumb enough to do it in a place where there were other people, like a motel.
(very open!)