Post by Maggie on Aug 7, 2013 2:44:55 GMT
[ooc: If the formatting looks a bit odd, it's because I'm on my phone.]
"There it is big fella," she breathed as they paused on the rise. The little town spread out in the cusp of the valley, impossibly green and peaceful. "Tommy's Dam."
The dog whuffed quietly in reply, gaining a bit more energy in his stride. It took them the better part of an hour to reach the town gate, and by then the sun was beating down on their heads. Maybe summer taking the last opportunity to make their lives miserable before fall got a turn.
Suddenly the dirt exploded at her feet with a loud crack, peppering her legs with flying rock. "Sonofa-"
She dove behind the nearest cover - a nearby tree - drawing Dusty into the sliver of shelter and smoothing his ears soothingly. They shoulda chopped it down, bad idea leaving cover lying around like that, she noted absently.
"Who goes there? Come out with your hands up!"
That voice...
"Robbie?!" She called, peered around the tree. There were two people on the rickety towers that were cobbled together at either side of the fence. A woman and a man - or rather, a woman and a boy. He was fifteen, maybe sixteen if you were being generous. The boy's unkempt blond hair and the tight set of his shoulders was unmistakable.
"Robbie Landry? Jesus Christ, who gave fuckin Landry a gun?" Her glare shifted to the other guard, and only got a shrug in return. "Somebody take that away from him before I take my business elsewhere."
There was the sound of a brief scuffle, and the woman's head poked over the side of their post. "Yah can approach the gate, Mags."
Maggie started at that and made a beeline for the gate, Dusty trotting at her heels.
"That you, Armel?" The gate swing open and she smiled faintly as she slipped past. "Love the new haircut."
"Brenda." The woman reminded her softly, one hand going to her newly cropped hair. Brenda towered at a little over six feet, with wide shoulders, broad face, and shy eyes. Easily taller than both Robbie - who was glowering in the background - and Maggie.
Dusty bumped his broad head against Brenda's hand, (a low rumble filling his chest when Robbie looked at him too long) before taking off after Maggie. She hefted her bag higher on her shoulders and made for the trading post - better to get ther major trade for the day wrapped up before she passed out on the nearest flat surface.
"There it is big fella," she breathed as they paused on the rise. The little town spread out in the cusp of the valley, impossibly green and peaceful. "Tommy's Dam."
The dog whuffed quietly in reply, gaining a bit more energy in his stride. It took them the better part of an hour to reach the town gate, and by then the sun was beating down on their heads. Maybe summer taking the last opportunity to make their lives miserable before fall got a turn.
Suddenly the dirt exploded at her feet with a loud crack, peppering her legs with flying rock. "Sonofa-"
She dove behind the nearest cover - a nearby tree - drawing Dusty into the sliver of shelter and smoothing his ears soothingly. They shoulda chopped it down, bad idea leaving cover lying around like that, she noted absently.
"Who goes there? Come out with your hands up!"
That voice...
"Robbie?!" She called, peered around the tree. There were two people on the rickety towers that were cobbled together at either side of the fence. A woman and a man - or rather, a woman and a boy. He was fifteen, maybe sixteen if you were being generous. The boy's unkempt blond hair and the tight set of his shoulders was unmistakable.
"Robbie Landry? Jesus Christ, who gave fuckin Landry a gun?" Her glare shifted to the other guard, and only got a shrug in return. "Somebody take that away from him before I take my business elsewhere."
There was the sound of a brief scuffle, and the woman's head poked over the side of their post. "Yah can approach the gate, Mags."
Maggie started at that and made a beeline for the gate, Dusty trotting at her heels.
"That you, Armel?" The gate swing open and she smiled faintly as she slipped past. "Love the new haircut."
"Brenda." The woman reminded her softly, one hand going to her newly cropped hair. Brenda towered at a little over six feet, with wide shoulders, broad face, and shy eyes. Easily taller than both Robbie - who was glowering in the background - and Maggie.
Dusty bumped his broad head against Brenda's hand, (a low rumble filling his chest when Robbie looked at him too long) before taking off after Maggie. She hefted her bag higher on her shoulders and made for the trading post - better to get ther major trade for the day wrapped up before she passed out on the nearest flat surface.