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Hell, it's been a day.
Seems like all the cattle (alright, three) just felt like calving at near the same time--whether in solidarity or for some other reason Jack's got no clue, but between four-in-the-morning fights with creatures three times his size and a hell of a lot stronger, feeding the newborns and making sure they get checked out all ( Read more... ) -
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Sallie'd have his head if she caught him napping during chores ( Read more... ) -
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It's been...
Well.
Jack's been in and out--mostly out--and going about his business; helping out with the chores here and staying plenty with Sallie on Shadow. Now and again his minds drifts to Kaylee's offer of a bunk on Serenity, and hell if that ain't something he'd sure like. Not the bunk, exactly, just the serenity ( Read more... ) -
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The clump of his boots is a lot louder in here, and the ceilings a lot lower, and Jack'd feel pretty damn claustrophobic if they weren't only gonna be on the damn thing for a little while.
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The difference between being on a ship and on the ground is that on a ship, there ain't no room to move. No room to storm around--not unless you want the whole god-damned crew knowing what you're up to. The difference is that there ain't fresh clean air, just this recycled shit that tastes like
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This is my sundown
It was black for a long time.
And it's still dark, and the air should be warm, smelling like canvas and sweat and horse and old leather, but instead he's cold, and huddles down, curling into himself to get warm again. Instead of wiry grass against his skin, there's only a firm softness, and he stretches one arm out to pull Lureen
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They set upon him in the fall of the day, when the sun is slanting down the western arc of the sky, burning blue and hot above. There's a hit to the back of his head, a leg between his and a push at his back and he trips, goes down fighting without having any idea of who or how many or where they are before the tire iron swings downNo. That isn't ( Read more... ) -
time keeps dragging on
Jack measures out the passage of the years in Bobby's birthdays and in trips up north ( Read more... )