[She'd prepared for the inevitability of horseback riding, but the prospect of riding with him is a little different. Maybe better, actually. While she's certain she could manage a horse on her own, there's probably less risk of embarrassing herself if she isn't.
She grins a little. Look at her, plucking up the necessary resolve.]
I'm up for it. Just don't make fun when I grab on tight, yeah?
You're gonna want to. I'm gonna show you what it's like to ride hard.
[He doesn't mean it like that. Promise. He claps her on the shoulder and grins before finishing putting in the location. He's put in some of the plains near Valentine, which will take them through gorgeous, sprawling scenery, ranches dotting the country. Though she won't see that yet. There's just the horse and the plains, waiting for them when he opens the door.]
[The whole fake-states thing is still somewhat amusing to her. The rocks look western, and that's about as close as she's going to imagine.
She has no earthly idea how she's supposed to get up there when someone's already on the horse, but up she's going just the same. It's a graceless affair, but she manages.]
You do anything fun in these parts or is it just a nice place to ride?
[He's laughing, that low, raspy belly-laugh of his that hardly ever comes out. He's got a tight handle on his horse, has her jump over a rock and she lands perfectly.]
[He can't let go of the reins long enough to pat her hand, but he would if he could. Instead, he leads them further down the road. He bends down low over the horse, showing her how to keep tight control of the animal and create less resistance at the same time. He keeps it up for a good five minutes, after which he takes pity on the made-up horse and slowly brings her back to a trod. His heart is hammering, his eyes are bright, his hands restless on the reins.]
[Tess’s heart is pounding in the same way it might after a Clicker encounter with a happy ending. She’s not dead but it feels like it might have been a possibility — dramatic, but it’s an intense feeling. She doesn’t let go just in case he starts again, just bumps him in the shoulder with her forehead.]
No heart attacks. [ Thankfully. She eases off just a bit, plucking up her dignity. Do not cling to your warden like a wood tick.] Fastest thing I’ve been on in years.
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[He turns to her, fingers on a dial.]
If I take you on the back, you up for some ridin'? Won't make you ride your own horse.
[But he wants to go fast.]
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She grins a little. Look at her, plucking up the necessary resolve.]
I'm up for it. Just don't make fun when I grab on tight, yeah?
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[He doesn't mean it like that. Promise. He claps her on the shoulder and grins before finishing putting in the location. He's put in some of the plains near Valentine, which will take them through gorgeous, sprawling scenery, ranches dotting the country. Though she won't see that yet. There's just the horse and the plains, waiting for them when he opens the door.]
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Alright then.
[ All of this countryside looks like a storybook. Must be nice to live in a place so picturesque. The fresh air is immediately wonderful, too.]
Where is this?
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Think they call it Twin's Stack Pass - those mountains over there. That's the state of New Hanover.
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[The whole fake-states thing is still somewhat amusing to her. The rocks look western, and that's about as close as she's going to imagine.
She has no earthly idea how she's supposed to get up there when someone's already on the horse, but up she's going just the same. It's a graceless affair, but she manages.]
You do anything fun in these parts or is it just a nice place to ride?
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Smartass. Who's to say your way's right, huh?
[Once they're both seated and he has a feeling she's solid behind him, he works the horse up into a light trot.]
Nice place to ride. Feller once challenged me to a shooting match right over there.
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[Tess hasn’t yet decided if it’s better to let someone else have the reins or do it herself, but she’s sure as hell holding on already.]
You do shootouts often?
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Just at targets.
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Wouldn’t dream of wasting bullets that way, back home.
[They’re way too valuable for that.]
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I’m sure I would! Takes the fun out of deciding who deserves a second bullet, though.
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[Because he'd promised fast, and the moment she holds on he spurs his horse on to go fast.]
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[She does hold on, and even with a warning, she yelps when he kicks off, and she holds on even tighter. Holy shit.]
Jesus christ!
[She's fine, just loud. This is the fastest-moving thing she's been on for years.]
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[He's laughing, that low, raspy belly-laugh of his that hardly ever comes out. He's got a tight handle on his horse, has her jump over a rock and she lands perfectly.]
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You are crazy!
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[He can't let go of the reins long enough to pat her hand, but he would if he could. Instead, he leads them further down the road. He bends down low over the horse, showing her how to keep tight control of the animal and create less resistance at the same time. He keeps it up for a good five minutes, after which he takes pity on the made-up horse and slowly brings her back to a trod. His heart is hammering, his eyes are bright, his hands restless on the reins.]
Hot damn.
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I can’t believe you get around that way.
[It wasn’t half as bad as she was imagining.]
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[He reaches back with one big, warm hand to pat her knee, still laughing.]
I can't believe you don't get around this way. You okay? No heart attacks, miss?
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You seem like the kinda lady who'd enjoy fast, wild things.
If you didn't have a heart attack, that mean you're up for some more?
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Not a lot of ways to scratch that particular itch in a place like this. But sure, I’m up for it.
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