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The ground is cold and the stars are out, but none of them are paying attention to the sky above. Eyes are riveted to the earth, no campfire tonight out of fear of being seen in the distance by the many sets of eyes on the lookout for the gang.
It's cold. (And it's not just the clear weather and desert air.)
The cabin, if you could call it that, was crumbling a bit, beams from the roof fallen in, but at the least it was a wall to block the wind. The door was kicked off the hinges and Doc stepped around the backside, looking to grab his pack from his horse.
A faint glimmer of light in the distance. (Doc recognizes that sound.)
"Hey, Billy," he calls, quiet. "C'mere a second, around back."
Billy answers in the affirmative and then he hears crunching footsteps heading his way, boots in the sand. Doc picks up his pack and starts the walk towards the fallen shelter, an outbuilding. (A door.)
He's the first one who steps into Milliways. Billy won't be far behind.
In bar time, it's been awhile since Doc's been here. Outside, it hasn't been long at all.
But he looks...a little older. Tired. (Guilty.)
It's cold. (And it's not just the clear weather and desert air.)
The cabin, if you could call it that, was crumbling a bit, beams from the roof fallen in, but at the least it was a wall to block the wind. The door was kicked off the hinges and Doc stepped around the backside, looking to grab his pack from his horse.
A faint glimmer of light in the distance. (Doc recognizes that sound.)
"Hey, Billy," he calls, quiet. "C'mere a second, around back."
Billy answers in the affirmative and then he hears crunching footsteps heading his way, boots in the sand. Doc picks up his pack and starts the walk towards the fallen shelter, an outbuilding. (A door.)
He's the first one who steps into Milliways. Billy won't be far behind.
In bar time, it's been awhile since Doc's been here. Outside, it hasn't been long at all.
But he looks...a little older. Tired. (Guilty.)