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Apr. 3rd, 2013 07:44 pmSpur's place is a second home to Jim in many ways. It's as entangled with his history as his own homestead, and with his father dead, there is no one Jim trusts more.
Even now, knowing he's a Harrison.
Riding up the hill along the rail fence, Jim smiles as he catches sight of the ramshackle house, built between thin trees with nothing at its back but blue sky. Jessica's arms are looped loosely around his waist as they have been for hours, and Kate is close behind on her Beaut. The sun is shining, the air crisp. He finds he's looking forward to seeing Spur's face when he realizes Jessica has come for a visit.
"Spur!"
He slows his horse.
"Spur!" A brief Pause. "Spur!"
Still no answer.
"Damn," Jim mutters, coming to a stop.
Even now, knowing he's a Harrison.
Riding up the hill along the rail fence, Jim smiles as he catches sight of the ramshackle house, built between thin trees with nothing at its back but blue sky. Jessica's arms are looped loosely around his waist as they have been for hours, and Kate is close behind on her Beaut. The sun is shining, the air crisp. He finds he's looking forward to seeing Spur's face when he realizes Jessica has come for a visit.
"Spur!"
He slows his horse.
"Spur!" A brief Pause. "Spur!"
Still no answer.
"Damn," Jim mutters, coming to a stop.
