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[lincoln county]
[after highways 2]
The drive across White Sands is quick - little traffic, open road, clear sky - and they don't slow down until they hit Carrizozo, and it's not too much farther until they reach Capitan.
He tells her stories as he notices landmarks, but it's really just landscape, save for the few small towns they've come across.
It's so familiar it makes him nervous and excited at the same time.
It's like it ain't changed a bit.
The road into Lincoln is only a two-lane highway, with worn pavement and faded stripes, the hills on the side of the road brown and green from mix of heat and spring rain. It's quiet (they've turned the radio off at this point) and he's shed the sunglasses, eyes focused on the landscape.
There's a two-story brick building coming into view on the right side of the street, and they're already going pretty slow (not much traffic, but there are a few other people around), but he leans back and exhales, giving a nod to indicate what he's talking about.
"That's the courthouse." A beat. "Welcome to town."
The drive across White Sands is quick - little traffic, open road, clear sky - and they don't slow down until they hit Carrizozo, and it's not too much farther until they reach Capitan.
He tells her stories as he notices landmarks, but it's really just landscape, save for the few small towns they've come across.
It's so familiar it makes him nervous and excited at the same time.
It's like it ain't changed a bit.
The road into Lincoln is only a two-lane highway, with worn pavement and faded stripes, the hills on the side of the road brown and green from mix of heat and spring rain. It's quiet (they've turned the radio off at this point) and he's shed the sunglasses, eyes focused on the landscape.
There's a two-story brick building coming into view on the right side of the street, and they're already going pretty slow (not much traffic, but there are a few other people around), but he leans back and exhales, giving a nod to indicate what he's talking about.
"That's the courthouse." A beat. "Welcome to town."
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He looks away from the window, then over at her, eyes falling from her face to her hand against his arm and then to the floor. He nods, then sighs.
"Things have got to work out, y'know? I really believe that."
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"Okay."
She gives his arm a gentle squeeze before taking back her hand.
"I think they will."
Because they have to.
(She clung to the same desperate certainty in August.)
"They'll get better, it just might take some time."
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He isn't wanted, he isn't dead...all that he's waiting on is the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place.
No matter what happens, eventually...things will get better.
They have to.
Doc pushes himself away from the window, giving Ollinger's marker one last look before he moves back towards the staircase.
(It'll take them about an hour and a half to get up to White Oaks and if the trail - road, he supposes now - is anything like he remembers it's not one you want to do in the dark.)
"I got plenty of time."