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almosthonorable) wrote2009-02-15 12:20 am
almosthonorable) wrote2009-02-15 12:20 am
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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."
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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Feeling a little confused (or rather, more than a little), she urges her own horse into a canter and follows him out.