Rachel peers up at the sky, shading her eyes with a lifted hand but still needing to squint. The heat is completely miserable and the jacket she's wearing has got to go. Convenient, since it means she can use it to wrap up the rest of her clothes, too.
She definitely needs to morph. It's figuring out which one that's the issue.
Examining the map again, Rachel frowns. Yellowed and dusty itself, it shows rivers, small towns, some weird little trails. And in large, impressive letters...
"Texas? Seriously?"
She glances at the sky again, highly unimpressed by the sun. And at the map again.
1887.
"If I'd paid more attention in history, I'd know if that was good or not," Rachel mutters to herself, kneeling in the dirt. There are a few tracks, still fresh despite the wind. She can start with that.
The fact that they're horse tracks gives her the best clue.
Shortly after, there's a large, well-muscled, surprisingly sleek horse running in the desert, doing her best to follow tracks she can barely see with crappy horse vision.
Running with a package of clothing and a map tucked into her jacket - and held in her mouth.
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Rachel peers up at the sky, shading her eyes with a lifted hand but still needing to squint. The heat is completely miserable and the jacket she's wearing has got to go. Convenient, since it means she can use it to wrap up the rest of her clothes, too.
She definitely needs to morph. It's figuring out which one that's the issue.
Examining the map again, Rachel frowns. Yellowed and dusty itself, it shows rivers, small towns, some weird little trails. And in large, impressive letters...
"Texas? Seriously?"
She glances at the sky again, highly unimpressed by the sun. And at the map again.
1887.
"If I'd paid more attention in history, I'd know if that was good or not," Rachel mutters to herself, kneeling in the dirt. There are a few tracks, still fresh despite the wind. She can start with that.
The fact that they're horse tracks gives her the best clue.
Shortly after, there's a large, well-muscled, surprisingly sleek horse running in the desert, doing her best to follow tracks she can barely see with crappy horse vision.
Running with a package of clothing and a map tucked into her jacket - and held in her mouth.
So smooth, Rachel.