oom : out the back door
Billy was always persuasive.
This was no exception. Doc had gone upstairs and changed into clothes that would be more suitable for riding around in the half-darkness and cold and then rejoined Billy downstairs, and took his coffee with him as they crunched along the dirty layer of snow towards the stables.
It was quiet. Almost a familiar quiet.
New Mexico was quiet too.
"So how far's the place where we can hole up for a bit 'fore Garrett comes near again," Doc asks, as they enter the stables through the smaller side door and head for the stall with their horses.
He was already smiling though. Maybe it was the prospect of doing something he was used to with a pal for a change.
This was no exception. Doc had gone upstairs and changed into clothes that would be more suitable for riding around in the half-darkness and cold and then rejoined Billy downstairs, and took his coffee with him as they crunched along the dirty layer of snow towards the stables.
It was quiet. Almost a familiar quiet.
New Mexico was quiet too.
"So how far's the place where we can hole up for a bit 'fore Garrett comes near again," Doc asks, as they enter the stables through the smaller side door and head for the stall with their horses.
He was already smiling though. Maybe it was the prospect of doing something he was used to with a pal for a change.