"Exactly," she informs him. There's plenty to be said about looking back and dwelling on what's happened when you can forget it and move on, but she leaves it. "And I am doing a whole lot of tolerating, considering the peace offering I came here with."
"Sounds like a regular day," she replies, following him. Little less fun when it's for bullets, scrap hardware and contraband, though. "You're an expert treasure hunter too, huh?"
"Closest I've ever done to that is rifling through paperwork in old houses to find numbers for safes or keys for lockboxes," she replies. That is a little quaint to her, though –– treasure maps. It sounds like something out of a storybook, or a pirate movie.
He takes the steps down to the Enclosure's door and gives it the description. When he opens the door, the same pasture and river are there, familiar horses in the distance. But Arthur heads for the hills and the stone arches in the opposite direction.
Tess is still not particularly fond of the outdoors, but the fresh air is always a welcome change, and she lingers a moment just to look out at the pastures before following him.
"This treasure you found before, or can the Enclosure actually surprise you?"
"Treasure I found before," he says, and then goes to a small rock that has a paper sticking out of it.
"So I'm guessing it's up to you." And he hands her the Jack Hall Gang treasure map. The rock formation is clear and right there before their eyes - she just has to figure out how to get the actual treasure, now.
She takes the map and studies it, gaze flicking back and forth between the paper and the land beyond it. Doesn’t look too difficult. She starts off up the hill.
“And the rest looks easier than getting through collapsing houses.”
“Yeah, over the ridge,” she replies, still heading up, picking her way through the short scruffy grass towards the rockier bit. Weird, to walk on that kind of ground. “You know, it’s still strange being outside.”
“Probably,” she agrees, pausing to look around. Still higher, she guesses, to get up and over. “Nobody around for miles, being able to walk in any direction without hitting a fence or a building or a suburb.”
“Nobody’s meant to live like that, but everyone wants in for a reason,” she replies, gesturing vaguely. “One of my business guys, Bill, he lives out there alone. He’s fucked up. Paranoid. My guys inside the walls at least know they can sleep with both eyes closed.”
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He can't see booze in any of her pockets.
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Not her usual fare, but that's why it's a peace offering.
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"You're right. That is quite the peace offering, miss. I got an idea for where we could go."
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"Figured you would. Where are we off to?"
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"Same place we went last time, only now I want to see if you got a head for treasure huntin'."
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He locks the door, then makes his way to the Enclosure with her. "I just find maps, every now and then. Seems silly not to take 'em up on it."
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He points at his temple. He's no dummy.
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"Their fault for not keeping their shit secure."
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He takes the steps down to the Enclosure's door and gives it the description. When he opens the door, the same pasture and river are there, familiar horses in the distance. But Arthur heads for the hills and the stone arches in the opposite direction.
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"This treasure you found before, or can the Enclosure actually surprise you?"
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"So I'm guessing it's up to you." And he hands her the Jack Hall Gang treasure map. The rock formation is clear and right there before their eyes - she just has to figure out how to get the actual treasure, now.
"Did half the hard work for you."
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“And the rest looks easier than getting through collapsing houses.”
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"I think I'd likely lose my mind within months, if put in a place like that. It ain't in my blood."
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What's the word, here? Creatures? He isn't sure.
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She flicks the collar of her shirt, over the bite wound. Oops.
"They don't sleep, they don't even really eat. Literally their only drive is to spread."
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