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[Pre-Milliways: Nice work if you can get it.]
Jim is searching for his bunk.
The second building on the left, the foreman had said. Looking over his shoulder toward the main house, Jim opens what must be the right door and asks,
"Which bed's mine?"
He stands there, a strong and tan young man of eighteen, doing his best to juggle saddle, bridle and pack. The brim of his hat has been pushed up, a concession to the late hour. His blue shirt is worn and faded, open at the neck to show a dirty red bandanna. His tan pants could stand to be let out a little at the seams. Not half an hour earlier, Jim had washed his face, but it's obvious he's been working all the day long.
Turns out it wasn't the right door after all. And this? This watering hole is the last thing he expected to find on Harrison's cattle station. The man really does live like a king.
All Jim can do is stare.
Jim is searching for his bunk.
The second building on the left, the foreman had said. Looking over his shoulder toward the main house, Jim opens what must be the right door and asks,
"Which bed's mine?"
He stands there, a strong and tan young man of eighteen, doing his best to juggle saddle, bridle and pack. The brim of his hat has been pushed up, a concession to the late hour. His blue shirt is worn and faded, open at the neck to show a dirty red bandanna. His tan pants could stand to be let out a little at the seams. Not half an hour earlier, Jim had washed his face, but it's obvious he's been working all the day long.
Turns out it wasn't the right door after all. And this? This watering hole is the last thing he expected to find on Harrison's cattle station. The man really does live like a king.
All Jim can do is stare.