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scattered_roseDaniel sat atop his horse, watching across the grassland. The wind gently brushed across his shoulders, rustling the ties of his bandana and the bits of hair peeking out from under his hat, the poncho shuffling around his shoulders. It was a beautiful day, but there wasn't much joy he was taking in it right now, because right now was the most boring as hell job he'd had yet.
"What am I even doing out here..." One of Little Rose's ears flicked back at her owner's voice, but she seemed to have no input. "I'm not a goddamn rat catcher..."
Sighing, he kept staring across the wilderness. Down an incline was a simple scratch of a farm, and it was the field- or what passed for it -that he was staring at, waiting for a sign of something that might not ever even come.
"What am I even doing out here..." One of Little Rose's ears flicked back at her owner's voice, but she seemed to have no input. "I'm not a goddamn rat catcher..."
Sighing, he kept staring across the wilderness. Down an incline was a simple scratch of a farm, and it was the field- or what passed for it -that he was staring at, waiting for a sign of something that might not ever even come.
