oom: lesson plans - one
It was only supposed to be a quick trip.
He'd left early one morning for a quick ride out in the desert - his desert - in an effort to get Nova readjusted to the desert heat and the dry air.
(Secretly, another reason for heading back to his world was that Doc was attempting to fight off the feelings of not 'fitting in' anymore, and he'd hoped that a brief excursion to a place where he did might help.)
The problem with not staying in any one place for very long was that the door to Milliways never really had a chance to catch up with him and settle down. Finding the Bar was a matter of luck (or accident) at the best of times.
So when the sun had set over the desert at long last, heat-drenched air only cooling a few degrees, it was no surprise to Doc that the barn door he'd slipped Nova out of earlier that morning opened not into the crowded bar he was hoping for, but...well, a barn.
He had his pistol, but no long gun. His saddlebags were packed with a few days worth of provisions (out of habit for being ready to move at a moment's notice) but little else.
Doc glanced over his shoulder at the horse, who seemed to be waiting impatiently for something. The street near the livery barn and stable was quiet, and he took a moment to run his fingertips over Nova's nose, steel-green eyes meeting dark brown ones. Thinking...and wondering.
The horse was still sound - getting exercise back at Milliways, long stretches of open land to run over, trails and trees to navigate - but there was something else on his mind entirely.
Was he still sound?
There was only one way to find out.
He'd left early one morning for a quick ride out in the desert - his desert - in an effort to get Nova readjusted to the desert heat and the dry air.
(Secretly, another reason for heading back to his world was that Doc was attempting to fight off the feelings of not 'fitting in' anymore, and he'd hoped that a brief excursion to a place where he did might help.)
The problem with not staying in any one place for very long was that the door to Milliways never really had a chance to catch up with him and settle down. Finding the Bar was a matter of luck (or accident) at the best of times.
So when the sun had set over the desert at long last, heat-drenched air only cooling a few degrees, it was no surprise to Doc that the barn door he'd slipped Nova out of earlier that morning opened not into the crowded bar he was hoping for, but...well, a barn.
He had his pistol, but no long gun. His saddlebags were packed with a few days worth of provisions (out of habit for being ready to move at a moment's notice) but little else.
Doc glanced over his shoulder at the horse, who seemed to be waiting impatiently for something. The street near the livery barn and stable was quiet, and he took a moment to run his fingertips over Nova's nose, steel-green eyes meeting dark brown ones. Thinking...and wondering.
The horse was still sound - getting exercise back at Milliways, long stretches of open land to run over, trails and trees to navigate - but there was something else on his mind entirely.
Was he still sound?
There was only one way to find out.