Jessica has never seen anything like this homestead with its broken rail fence and stray wagon wheels. It should worry her, perhaps, but it looks lived in. Worn. Comfortable. It would disgust her father, a thought that makes her sniff in amusement and smile.
"What a strange place," she says curiously, eyes lingering on a rusted axe buried in a tree stump. Her arms tighten on Jim's waist as she looks over his shoulder. "Who is this Spur?"
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Date: 2013-04-03 11:58 pm (UTC)"What a strange place," she says curiously, eyes lingering on a rusted axe buried in a tree stump. Her arms tighten on Jim's waist as she looks over his shoulder. "Who is this Spur?"