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Apr. 3rd, 2013 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Spur'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.
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Date: 2013-11-13 03:20 pm (UTC)For once in her life, she's speechless.
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Date: 2013-11-19 05:57 am (UTC)However, it could be just what they need. Time, and privacy, to talk. She knows just what Spur means —
There's a lot of pain... and suffering... when you try to dig up the past.
— and the Harrisons don't need an audience. She smiles wanly, nods once, and lowers her voice (though the other two are likely to hear anyway).
"No need t'apologize on my account, but are you sure?"
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Date: 2013-11-19 10:46 pm (UTC)"Don't touch his wallaby stew," he warns Jessica, part teasing and part not. He pauses to rest his hand on her back, the same sort of silent reassurance he'd just offered Kate.
Spur is trusted, Spur is safe.
It's time.
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Date: 2013-11-19 10:49 pm (UTC)Spur hobbles after them, calling out the door.
"There'll be no wallaby tonight!" He turns back to Jessica. "I'll kill the fatted calf. Come to think of it, I already have."
He tugs on his suspenders and grins at Jessica.
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Date: 2013-11-19 10:53 pm (UTC)"Thank you." He turns and faces Kate, an easy smile on his face, something like relief in his eyes. "None of this is what I had planned."
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Date: 2013-11-20 02:31 am (UTC)Kate stays silent through the good-natured teasing, the walk to the horses, and Jim's open relief. She smiles, and shakes her head.
"I find life is mostly a series of things y'never planned on. S'all right, Jim Craig. I told you when we left the bar that I would follow you, an' so I am."
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Date: 2013-11-20 02:59 pm (UTC)He checks his girth and gives his horse a once over, slanting an amused glance at Kate; it borders on downright flirtatious.
"Another man might take advantage of that fact."
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Date: 2013-11-21 04:14 am (UTC)She's all teasing, wild blonde locks catching the light. She adjusts her belt so she can swing into the saddle.
"An' I could shoot you if y'lead me astray."
She would never.
Probably.
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Date: 2013-11-21 10:19 pm (UTC)He swings up and lowers himself into his saddle.
Slowly.
"Up here we make a quick moving target."
With a grin and hiss of air through his teeth, he kicks his horse into a fast canter, then gallop, heading back the way they came.
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Date: 2013-11-23 07:10 am (UTC)She spurs Beaut on after him, the mare's hooves falling eager in the mountain dirt, unhampered by fear or wariness.
Once more unto the breach ...
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Date: 2013-11-27 01:23 am (UTC)