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This is not a game
It would be a crying shame
Honestly, what's in a name?
Tell me, what's in a name?

Handwavily set some time in the past few months. Kate makes a new friend, and gets a well-deserved tongue lashing. Warnings for brief coarse language.]

Kate's sitting at the Bar tonight, reading The Galveston News and sipping slowly at a bourbon. She should be heading out for her nightly chores in the stables soon, but first she's going to finish her paper and enjoy to the full the last lingering days of June.

Soon it'll be The Fourth, and her thoughts will be elsewhere.

Entirely botherable.

[ooc: Feel free to catch Kate outside if you prefer, either works for me. Open until her next EP. ^__^]

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"I jus' have a li'l paperwork t'finish up. Notations on orders, stock in an' stock out, that sorta thing. Then it's checkin' 'em all for the night, an' turnin' in.

"Though, I was thinkin' 'bout takin' Beaut for a ride. Sky's clear tonight."

"Its lovely. I'd join you if you did."

"Would you? I'd be happy for the company."

She doesn't often get the opportunity to see William ride.

"I jus' need a moment t'get Beaut saddled up."

"Yeah, need to do the same for Les," Its been too long since they rode together.

"All right, then. I'll finish up my notes, an' get her ready."

She's pleased as punch. It's not the sort of thing she realizes in the thick of it, but it's been a long time since she's recreated with a friend. Other than Tommy, of course. But he's different.

It'll be good to relax.

And it doesn't take long at all before Beaut's tacked up and Kate's affairs are in order.

"How y'doin'?"

By the time, she's done, Les is saddled up and William's ready, "All set."

"Splendid."

She leads Beaut out into the open air, still warm from daylight but with the first edges of a crisp evening breeze bleeding through. She swings up into the saddle, and smiles at William.

"Which trail d'you favor?"

"Round the lake, I always miss it when I go home,"

He quickly mounts and starts to the lake path.

"Every now an' again, when the light hits it jus' right, it still reminds me of Green Lake."

Which is to say that she misses it when she's not here, too.

She nudges Beaut into an easy walk, keeping the pace light to allow for conversation. For now, anyhow.

"S'strange bein' surrounded by water back home. S'different."

"I've never had that, sounds nice."

"I grew up about a day's journey from a big body of water; the desert's in my blood more than anythin'. But where I'm at, Galveston, s'a island right off the eastern coast'a Texas."

She smiles at him.

"S'beautiful. S'big. Bigger'n Austin."

"I've heard of Galveston, what took you out that way?"

"Friend'a mine runs cattle out that way from Yorktown. I had some business t'tend to there, an' he took care'a Beaut for a while. Brought her back t'me in Galveston."

Not to mention it's a good place to lay low and blend in, but she figures the former will be less distressing to him than the latter.

"That sounds like a nice trip. How's the weather?"

"Hotter'n hellfire. It's the start of August out there, an' the shore keeps a nice breeze but the rest of it gets awful muggy awful fast."

She's smiling, though. She'd rather have the heat than the cold.

"It sounds nice."

"It is. S'a nice reprieve."

She glances sidelong at William.

"D'you like t'go swimmin'?"

"I do, the creek that runs through our land is good and cool."

She smiles.

"Then if y'ever fancy swimmin' in the Gulf, knock on my door. I'd be happy t'have you out for a holiday."

"I'd like that and let me know if I can be of any help to you out there."

"I will. Right now I'm jus' seein' a few things back t'their rightful owners, nothin' too taxin'."

A few things, like a certain stolen velocipede.

"Would y'fancy a race around the lake?"

"Yeah. Les and I'll show you what we can do."

Her eyebrows jump up her forehead.

"Will you, now? Well, then. On your mark, get — "

She doesn't finish that, as she's already spurring Beaut forward with a 'hyah!' Now, she never offered to race him fair and square.

(But she doesn't push Beaut as hard as she otherwise could.)

William laughs and sets off after her, Les is a solid and fast horse.

[ooc: aww, fade on them having some fun, or keep going to find out who wins? spoiler: it will be William. ^__^]

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