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oom: truth and consequences
Aug. 15th, 2008 03:36 amBefore they pull into the station on the outskirts of New York City (because they don't take the cattle straight into Grand Central), Doc takes the time to saddle up his horse and check all the leather, to brush off his coat and situate himself, and to smoke yet another cigarette.
It's straight forward enough to help unload the cattle from the trailers, even with the setting sun, and once the entire herd is out and headed to the processor, he takes his pay (not much, but it'll be enough for a drink or two somewhere in town and a room for the night) and then heads to find himself a livery for his horse.
He hasn't been back here since the day he got arrested, and he can still hear the click click click of the hammers being cocked back on those rifles.
"Josiah Gordon Scurlock? Don't you move."
( Things are different, this time. )
It's straight forward enough to help unload the cattle from the trailers, even with the setting sun, and once the entire herd is out and headed to the processor, he takes his pay (not much, but it'll be enough for a drink or two somewhere in town and a room for the night) and then heads to find himself a livery for his horse.
He hasn't been back here since the day he got arrested, and he can still hear the click click click of the hammers being cocked back on those rifles.
"Josiah Gordon Scurlock? Don't you move."
( Things are different, this time. )
