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Ben's more than a little sorry he poked fun at the Lieutenant when she suggested a trip to Canyon Diablo.

Now, the thought of getting out of the bar -- space to ride, space to breathe -- couldn't be more welcome.

(Even if it is to see a giant hole in the ground; Esfir's clear excitement alone is worth the week-long ride.)

He adjusts his hat on his head and swings open the Front Door in Milliways; just beyond is a saloon at the edge of Tombstone, Arizona.

"After you, Lieutenant."

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Esfir raises her eyebrows at him before her attention goes back to where the horse is going.

"I look good?" She repeats, curiously.

[almosthonorable]

"You look good," he says with a nod, lips quirking.

"Like you know what you're doin'."

His grin widens.

"And I like that hat."

[aimedforthemoon]

She flicks her hat up slightly and glances at him.

"And I thought you'd be commenting on my boots."

[almosthonorable]

"Oh, I like those an awful lot, too."

A beat.

"Then again, could be I just like you."

He adjusts the reins in his hands, concentrating on the feel of the leather between his fingers to tamp down his grin.

"C'mon, Sugar."

With a squeeze of his calves, he urges the horse into an easy canter.

[aimedforthemoon]

Did...he just...?




Feeling a little confused (or rather, more than a little), she urges her own horse into a canter and follows him out.