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"I don't know if Twister will, but whatever we do, we have got to get him back." She noted, following after him. All her weapons were on her stud, leaving her unarmed. |
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The two walked for bout 2 hours, Benjamin occasionally calling Feathers name. Ben looked around the fields as he sat down sweating a bit. Benjamin huffed as he looked up at the sky, they were losing daylight. He looked around recognizing the place "There's a small town nearby, maybe someone took them in" he looked up at her for a moment before standing up. |
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"Gods, I mean, what do we do if we can't lose them? Then what? Without everything on Twister i'm done for, and when it comes to people coming back empty handed from a mission---especially with four days to complete it---Hawke doesn't care, he calls you a traitor and has people 'relocate' you, which means you're better off dead." She rambled, panicking. |
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Benjamin gave her a gentle smile, "We will find them" he picked up the pace as they entered a small town. Benjamin looked around as he saw the auction house. "Let's go there" he pointed to the live stalk auction house. |
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Rowan heard a familiar whinny, glancing over and seeing Twister and Feather in a pen, still tacked up. She glanced back at Benjamin, gesturing over to the two. "Over there," The woman noted, looking around before walking over, trying to figure out where the gate was. |
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Benjamin walked up to the pen, looking at Feather. The gelding had been beaten recently, they each had paper numbers on them known as auction numbers. A man came out glancing at Rowan and Benjamin, he had a halter registered to number 9 which was Feather and 15 Twister. Benjamin watched carefully, "What are you doing" he questioned the man before climbing onto the pens. "Getting this horse ready for auction, he's up soon" Feather paced around uncomfortably as the man approached his gate. "He's mine, he got away last night and I haven't been able to find him" the man shook his head, "There's nothing I can do without the sales paper" |
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Rowan rolled her eyes at the exchange, already pissed. "Right right, now shut up and get out of my way." She muttered, walking behind the man before slamming his head into the fence easily, the man going limp as he crumpled to the ground. The woman then opened the gate, yanking the tags off before hopping up on Twister, looking back to Benjamin. "Let's go, they'll call for somebody if they see us." |
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Benjamin stared as she just casually knocked a dude half her size out. He waited no time as he grabbed Feather hopping on. Feather pushed through the bit anxious, he pranced as if he was about to run a race. "Easy bud, wanna head to the bar?" He looked at her his expression soft as he waited for an awnser. |
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"Sounds like a plan, and this time, we're tying the horses." She noted, tone bitter as she checked all her saddle pouches, grabbing the maps and folding them, sticking them into her pocket, making sure she definitely wouldn't be able to lose them. |
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He chuckled, "okay okay" he kissed Feather up to a walk as they headed to the bar. Benjamin dismounted tying Feather up, the gelding pawed at the ground clearly not enjoying this new rule. Benjamin walked into the bar, a few shady men eyeing as the two entered. He sat down at the table ordering a rose tequila. |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
