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Preparing to ride out is almost more than Jim's body can handle. After a while, he comes to welcome the pain. It hurts too much to concentrate on anything else; certainly too much to think about how very many ways he has failed.
The only thoughts he allows to penetrate the throbbing ache in his skull are of the mountains. Of home.
He packs more than makes sense, not acknowledging the move for what it is: a sign that he might not stay after delivering the strays. Saddle bag carefully eased over a shoulder, bridle in his opposite hand, he leaves the bunkhouse with a sure step, setting his jaw against the lightning flash of agony that accompanies the attempt at normal movement. As he passes the door to Milliways, he makes a split-second decision and steps inside. There's no harm in a drink before he leaves the flats. Or several, given the way time moves --or doesn't-- between places, provided there's a warm bed for him upstairs.
The pride and rigid set of his shoulders melts away as he approaches the bar. Frown settling on his brow, Jim slowly takes a seat, removes his hat and commences staring at the wall, looking quite a bit like a wounded animal bent on licking his wounds.
[OOC: Due to mun’s schedule as of late and the magic of Milliways, Jim is entering shortly after the events of this thread.]
The only thoughts he allows to penetrate the throbbing ache in his skull are of the mountains. Of home.
He packs more than makes sense, not acknowledging the move for what it is: a sign that he might not stay after delivering the strays. Saddle bag carefully eased over a shoulder, bridle in his opposite hand, he leaves the bunkhouse with a sure step, setting his jaw against the lightning flash of agony that accompanies the attempt at normal movement. As he passes the door to Milliways, he makes a split-second decision and steps inside. There's no harm in a drink before he leaves the flats. Or several, given the way time moves --or doesn't-- between places, provided there's a warm bed for him upstairs.
The pride and rigid set of his shoulders melts away as he approaches the bar. Frown settling on his brow, Jim slowly takes a seat, removes his hat and commences staring at the wall, looking quite a bit like a wounded animal bent on licking his wounds.
[OOC: Due to mun’s schedule as of late and the magic of Milliways, Jim is entering shortly after the events of this thread.]