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May. 21st, 2012 12:28 pmThe mist clings to the mountains like a shroud made of spider webs after the storm. It had been a bad one. Growing up as he did, Jim knew how to weather it, dressing for warmth and building a makeshift pen in the undergrowth to keep the strays safe. They'd done well, Jim and the strays: mountain born and bred, no matter how much time they spend in the flats.
He walks the outskirts of his camp an hour before the sun rise struggles to light the damp gray morning. The mud is thick, but not impassable. He'll move the strays on today.
Later.
First he decides to make a trip to Milliways. The pleasure of being back in the mountains where things make sense is offset by a strange need to return to the bar, as if he has left something unfinished or has yet to uncover some truth that will help him do what needs to be done. He can't explain it, can only give in now while he can, while life is still quiet and calm in the aftermath of the storm. He knows everything will change when he returns the strays to Harrison. He'll have a big decision to make, and somehow he still doesn't feel equipped to make it.
So here he is, at the end of the universe, perched on a fence rail by the paddock while the sun warms his face and horses graze on sweet grass and flick their tails in the breeze. It is a pleasant scene, a perfectly ordinary scene, and Jim is utterly content to just be.
Though if he said he hadn't picked his current spot in the hopes of seeing a particularly lovely woman headed to or from the stables, he'd be a liar. And Jim Craig is honest to a fault.
He walks the outskirts of his camp an hour before the sun rise struggles to light the damp gray morning. The mud is thick, but not impassable. He'll move the strays on today.
Later.
First he decides to make a trip to Milliways. The pleasure of being back in the mountains where things make sense is offset by a strange need to return to the bar, as if he has left something unfinished or has yet to uncover some truth that will help him do what needs to be done. He can't explain it, can only give in now while he can, while life is still quiet and calm in the aftermath of the storm. He knows everything will change when he returns the strays to Harrison. He'll have a big decision to make, and somehow he still doesn't feel equipped to make it.
So here he is, at the end of the universe, perched on a fence rail by the paddock while the sun warms his face and horses graze on sweet grass and flick their tails in the breeze. It is a pleasant scene, a perfectly ordinary scene, and Jim is utterly content to just be.
Though if he said he hadn't picked his current spot in the hopes of seeing a particularly lovely woman headed to or from the stables, he'd be a liar. And Jim Craig is honest to a fault.
