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The thing about the desert it is all looks the same after a while. One man and one horse plodded along almost aimlessly for it was a path they had been on for many days. From the dunes of sand to the hard packed ground, Carter was certain that they should have reached the camp by now. They should have reached it days ago. A sand storm had sprung up, yes, but his mount knew the way.. he knew the way back to King Richard's camp. Just something wasn't right about all of this.
Raising his hand he wiped at his dirty face with the sleeve of his tunic. He barely seemed to notice as sand gave way to grass and the clop of his horses hooves grew dimmer. Maybe he thought he was dreaming things- could well have been from all that Carter could remember since he began his ride. Closer and closer the horse prods along toward the Cooper farm only stopping when his rider toppled over to the side and laid there unmoving.
Welcome to the Shatterverse, Joseph Carter.
Raising his hand he wiped at his dirty face with the sleeve of his tunic. He barely seemed to notice as sand gave way to grass and the clop of his horses hooves grew dimmer. Maybe he thought he was dreaming things- could well have been from all that Carter could remember since he began his ride. Closer and closer the horse prods along toward the Cooper farm only stopping when his rider toppled over to the side and laid there unmoving.
Welcome to the Shatterverse, Joseph Carter.