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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 17:03:48 GMT -5
*Something sparked in his eyes as he looked up at her, a muscle in his jaw working an instant before he pushed away from Jessie, from her, gently clapping a rough hand against the mare's rump to send them off towards the paddock.*
"Ah got work t'do," *he rumbled, turning back to the worktable he'd left the hoofpick lying on.*
"Let me know how ya git on with 'er."
*With that, he disappeared into the stall he'd occupied before, whistling Dixie.
Even if his glance strayed to the open wide doors leading to the paddock and affording the occasional glimpse of horse and rider as they passed.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 17:33:09 GMT -5
Be that way.
*Lark just nodded, clucking to the horse and headed out to the paddock. Once there, she started things off slowly, walking the horse for a while, her eyes shutting. There was a quiet place, just her and the horse and she needed to know if she could find it with this particular beauty. Clucking again, she picked things up to a trot, her posting well-practiced and comfortable.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 18:08:31 GMT -5
*Jake wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his dirty hand, working steadily despite a powerful thirst building in the back of his throat, his mouth gone dry as cotton.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 6:16:15 GMT -5
*At perfect ease, Lark took the mare through her paces. Alright, so the boy new his stuff. Didn't mean he didn't just get lucky. She walked the horse, letting it cool down before she dismounted gracefully and smoothed her skirts. Other than a few loose wisps of hair and a healthy glow to her cheeks, no one would be the wiser. She stroked the animal's long neck and smiled as the mare shook her head happily. They began the walk back to where the man was working. Her smile was gentle and honest.*
"The match is well made, sir. How much?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 6:59:06 GMT -5
((BOY? For the love of Pete, he's fourteen years older than her!))
*has no idea of price*
"Fifteen per week, if yer t'keep n' feed 'er. Twenny-five if you bring 'er back here at night."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 7:12:21 GMT -5
((Um...hmmm....I can age her a bit if you want. I honestly hadn't thought that much about it. At least she's not his sister.))
"Done." *She said with a smile, offering her hand to seal the deal.*
"I'm more than happy to see to her myself."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 7:38:05 GMT -5
((Hmm possibly. I didn't think anything about putting Jake in his early thirties in the beginning because I had no concrete plans for him, but now I kind of wish he had about five years less on him or something.))
"Fifteen then," *he nodded, glancing at her hand warily for a moment before he gave it a firm shake, his rough, filthy hand utterly swallowing hers.* "If you go to the office an' give yer name to the clerk, I can have Jessie ready to go tomorrow morning."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 7:43:52 GMT -5
((It's not a problem. I picked it arbitrarily. Mid-twenties ok?))
"Fine. Just fine."
*She looked him over for a moment.*
"Looks like someone just walked over your grave. You all right?"
*She bit her lip, considering something briefly.*
"Can I buy the condemned a drink?" *She smiled warmly.*
"I could use one myself." Stuck in all these stupid underpinnings.
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 7:52:35 GMT -5
((Alright.))
*He squinted at her.*
"Thank ya kindly, ma'amoiselle, but I don't much care fer tea."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 7:58:56 GMT -5
((kk))
"Well that's good." *She answered in relief.*
" 'Cause I don't either. I was hoping for something a touch stronger."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:04:19 GMT -5
"...coffee?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:09:03 GMT -5
*Lark rolled her eyes.*
"You telling me that the Frenchies don't serve whiskey here? That's gonna make it a long trip."
*She shook her head.*
"I don't know how you stand it."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:18:48 GMT -5
*Jake glanced at her with renewed interest and caution.*
"...brandy here's fine, if'n ya k'n come by it. But I'll tell ya, ma'amoiselle, I dunno that I mix well with women an' liquor at the same time. 'S never done me any good. Anyway, I got work t'be finishin' here tonight. Don' git 'er done 'till sundown, most days."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:21:55 GMT -5
"You sure?" *Her brow lifted.*
"I can come back by when you get off."
*She smiled and sighed.*
"Sorry, never was one to take no for an answer."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:34:04 GMT -5
"What's innit fer you?" *he asked.*
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