Kate doesn't try to draw attention to herself, but it's kind of hard to sneak through the bar leading a 15-hand pony. Beaut's not fond of hardwood, truth be told, but convenient doors to Texas aren't always to be found from the forest outside.
"Come along, sugar. Not far now an' there'll be dirt under your hooves again."
Beaut issues a dubious snort, sidestepping when a waitrat ventures a little too close. Kate swings around to steady her, arm brushing a piece of yellowed paper she's got tucked into her britches. She knocks it loose, and it flutters to the floor behind her.
"He ain't botherin' you. C'mon."
She moves a little faster. The quicker she gets Beaut outside, the better. Opening her door, she grins as Beaut's ears twitch forward in recognition, and lets her mosey out first.
"No, no. By all means, let me hold the door for you."
The two disappear.
But the yellowed map remains.
As does the door.
"Come along, sugar. Not far now an' there'll be dirt under your hooves again."
Beaut issues a dubious snort, sidestepping when a waitrat ventures a little too close. Kate swings around to steady her, arm brushing a piece of yellowed paper she's got tucked into her britches. She knocks it loose, and it flutters to the floor behind her.
"He ain't botherin' you. C'mon."
She moves a little faster. The quicker she gets Beaut outside, the better. Opening her door, she grins as Beaut's ears twitch forward in recognition, and lets her mosey out first.
"No, no. By all means, let me hold the door for you."
The two disappear.
But the yellowed map remains.
As does the door.
