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oom: room 25
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Doc leads the way upstairs and then unlocks the door to his room, holding it for her.
It looks very much like the room she got a glimpse of the last time, but as she enters it's likely she'll get a better look at things. It's decorated simple, and for the time you would expect -- his own. At the foot of the bed is a large trunk, and standing in one corner is a longbow, as well as a large sword. That one he got from Will's world. The one in the trunk is from Brand's, but it still is odd to handle it without remembering the power connected to it, so he hasn't.
Various books litter the bedside table, and the desk has a leather bound journal as well as some loose leaf papers stacked roughly on a corner. The dresser has the two paper cranes on it, and a barrel sits atop a wooden crate in another corner, fitted with a tap.
"She probably left 'em in the washroom," he says.
His gunbelt, with Colt Peacemaker holstered in leather that's been worn smooth with age, hangs over the back of a simple chair at the desk.
Doc leads the way upstairs and then unlocks the door to his room, holding it for her.
It looks very much like the room she got a glimpse of the last time, but as she enters it's likely she'll get a better look at things. It's decorated simple, and for the time you would expect -- his own. At the foot of the bed is a large trunk, and standing in one corner is a longbow, as well as a large sword. That one he got from Will's world. The one in the trunk is from Brand's, but it still is odd to handle it without remembering the power connected to it, so he hasn't.
Various books litter the bedside table, and the desk has a leather bound journal as well as some loose leaf papers stacked roughly on a corner. The dresser has the two paper cranes on it, and a barrel sits atop a wooden crate in another corner, fitted with a tap.
"She probably left 'em in the washroom," he says.
His gunbelt, with Colt Peacemaker holstered in leather that's been worn smooth with age, hangs over the back of a simple chair at the desk.
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Doc moves to the chair behind the desk and lifts the gunbelt from the back of the chair, carefully settling the leather around his hips. It's something he's done thousands of times, but this time it's not for a day of running from the law.
Plus, he actually took the time to clean and oil the leather and the gun, so it has cleaned up quite nicely.
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She watches as he carefully buckles the gunbelt. It hangs right smartly from his hips. She imagines what use that Colt has seen, eyes following the scar on his left hand as he tightens the belt into place.
She lets Doc lead her out of his room and down the hall, back to the bar downstairs, where he retrieves his bag and drops off a few notes. He sets his hat atop his head, and they're ready to go.
Her door is waiting for them, and it's a strange thing to Katherine to be the one who leads them through it, out into Green Lake.