Dan draws the revolver and settles it near the horn of the saddle, hands waiting patiently, despite the itch in his fingers to get on that trigger and get to work.
The air fills with more dust, then a low rumble. Iron rimmed wheels and the pounding of hooves over the earth, then the quiet calls of a driver leading his team. It comes around the bend and Dan narrows his eyes to do a headcount.
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Date: 2008-07-08 06:46 am (UTC)Squeezin' that watch won't stop time.
Dan draws the revolver and settles it near the horn of the saddle, hands waiting patiently, despite the itch in his fingers to get on that trigger and get to work.
The air fills with more dust, then a low rumble. Iron rimmed wheels and the pounding of hooves over the earth, then the quiet calls of a driver leading his team. It comes around the bend and Dan narrows his eyes to do a headcount.
Four on the outside. Driver, second. Two guards.
Dan looks at Ben and nods.