Dan nods his head as they make their way up the hillside and two the ledge. It's got an easy path down, but it's not completely open. They'll have cover long enough to catch the guards by surprise, if everything goes to plan.
There's a hint of dust in the distance to the north.
Funny how it all comes back to dust.
Dry earth kills his crops.
Dry earth coats the small town in the heat.
Dry earth covers that pine box they're laying in the ground. It slips from William's fingers as he pours a handful and listens to the hollow sound as the clumps tumble and fall against the surface.
Dan checks the revolver at his hip and tightens his grip on the reins as that cloud of dust grows larger.
"Y'know," he comments, idly. "I'm startin' to think you're a bad influence, Ben Wade."
The smirk, however, gives away the fact that Dan could give a damn less.
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Date: 2008-07-08 06:19 am (UTC)There's a hint of dust in the distance to the north.
Funny how it all comes back to dust.
Dry earth kills his crops.
Dry earth coats the small town in the heat.
Dry earth covers that pine box they're laying in the ground. It slips from William's fingers as he pours a handful and listens to the hollow sound as the clumps tumble and fall against the surface.
Dan checks the revolver at his hip and tightens his grip on the reins as that cloud of dust grows larger.
"Y'know," he comments, idly. "I'm startin' to think you're a bad influence, Ben Wade."
The smirk, however, gives away the fact that Dan could give a damn less.