Ree

Keepin' watch by the window, huh? {huffing} Great. Real helpful.

-- hay, she whirled, running from the stable at top speed, desperate for help, running for her boss.} SIMON! @_MustacheRide @OffKilterCanter

-- throat as her knees locked. Old man Chance, @MeAndTrigger's Pa. She'd met him a few times. Enough to know his face. Kind eyes, that shit covered tines of a well worn pitchfork were now running through, his skull now dangling from the metal. Dropping the fork to the --

-- wondering which of the Spur's hidden inhabitants she'd managed to jab. Probably another damn possum. Except... Except they didn't roll like that.} What the... {Giving the fork a shap upward jerk, she saw what the tines had run through and retched, bile rising in her --

-- shoveling rocketing to the top, she ducked her head and turned her back, muscling another forkful of sodden hay to the wheelbarrow.} We gotta do this every day? Can't we just... {Trailing off, her brow furrowing at the sound of a muffled thud, she wrinkled her nose, --

-- spent keeping her head down and working.} Sorry. Just distracted I guess. What did you say? "I /said/, do you wanna go get a drink when we're done?" {Her mind instantly starting to make a list of all the things she'd rather do, rolling around in the stink they were --

-- mixed up with the four hours of sleep last night? That would play tricks on anybody's mind. Right?} "... even listening to me, Ree?" {Crap.} {Gaze lifting to the stablehand, she caught the flare of temper in his eyes and her stomach dropped. So much for a day --

-- a barn." Just 'cause I didn't laugh, it don't mean I didn't get it. {under her breath} Jackass. {Some damn thing was making her twitchy and she couldn't blame the company. Maybe it was the three cups of coffee she'd had that morning. Something she'd eaten. Or both, --

{muttering} There's somethin' in the air... "That's horse shit, girl." {Biting her tongue, she forced a smile for the leering stablehand, quietly wondering how fast ramming a pitchfork up his ass would get her fired.} "Don't you get it? Horse shit! 'Cause we're in --

{Taking off her hat as a sign of respect, she gave @BoondockBaby an awkward smile, scuffing her boot over the wooden slat floors.} It's good to see you, Momma.