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Easy enough to reel in and hand over to some sheriff.

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Well, if they’re worth more to you in cash than in the weight they can pull, that’s it.

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Well, who knows. Ride out somewhere I don't know too many people, make a name for myself there.

[A new man. No reputation, no one to remember what he did, or what he looked like when he was ill.]

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Come up to Boston. The winters aren’t usually too bad, and chunks of it are old enough that I’d know where the hell I was if I came to visit.

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[His turn to poke her, though he's clearly pleased.]

No self-interest there, huh?

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None at all. As you know, I’m an entirely selfless person.

[That’s teasing.]

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Boston's likely too big for my taste, though. I'll come out every now and then, see if you shown up.

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Sure, I’ll just live in the same apartment I did before. It was around then. [Amused:] You’re gonna ride all the way up to Boston, I might as well just be there so you don’t waste a trip.

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Exactly. Mighty kind of you, miss.

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My pleasure.

[It’s fun to joke about these things, to imagine a vacation in a world that doesn’t have them anymore, to imagine skipping across space and time instead of finishing the job and never seeing someone again.]

You gonna keep in touch with Abigail and the kid, too?

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[He agrees. He'd miss her if she couldn't visit him at home, so he'd like to imagine they could.]

I suppose that all depends on poor old John, don't it? I reckon Abigail wants a life that's a little more stable. If he can get his head out of his behind and give her that - sure. If I know where to find 'em, I'll write, visit if I'm close.

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What happens if he doesn't? Awful lot of trouble to go for someone else's family if he still can't take care of them himself.

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I'd scalp him if I found out he didn't do it, but it's his choice to make until then. Theirs, I guess. As long as they get a chance to get out.

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[A chuckle. Scalping is a new one, actually.]

She should scalp him if he fucks her over like that.

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And she just might. But that's her perogative, ain't it?

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Never said it wasn’t.

[Not that she needs to, though, given how often she is happy impress her will over others, but. You know.]

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Hmm.

You're a pretty alright rider, you know that?

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[Success.]

Thanks. I guess I'm a natural.

[Misty absolutely got the brunt of Tess getting heated over struggling to get the horse to turn.]

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Well, first time you saw one you wouldn't even come close.

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That was when I didn’t care if you thought I was afraid of it.

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Aw, geez, you care now? That's swell, Tess. [He prods her in the side, grinning.]

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[She lets out a hollow laugh in return, smiling, but it feels deeply embarrassing just the same for him to acknowledge out loud that she cares at all.]

Oh, shut up, I’m just trying to be nice about your love for big scary animals.

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[He laughs harder, patting the horse's butt.]

They ain't scary. You got it under control.

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For now! If it decided it was tired of listening to me, there would be nothing I could do about it.

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Remember you still got me. Unless it decided it wanted to throw me off, in which case you're shit outta luck.