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Will's outside at the archery range, its a good thing to do as he thinks about what maybe coming this tax time.

Also he's worrying about Guppy though at least Kate's doing better.

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"Doin' fairly well, thinkin' 'bout goin' 'ome for a long bit."

"She got things she needs to take care of?"

"Just thinkin' more 'bout the future an 'ad some na so good things 'appen 'ere."

"Yeah?"

Will might read that as go on. Doc idly glances at the target downrange and the arrows stuck in it.

"'ers to tell, also she's thinkin' 'bout plannin' more for doin' 'er schoolin'."

He makes a mental note to ask her if she's alright, later.

"She goin' to university?"

"Aye, thinkin' 'bout music school. If she can, she's goin' to show me some o''em."

"You fittin' in alright in her world?"

"Oh aye an been good for 'er 'avin' more o''er friends comin' 'ere."

"Ain't easy bein' the only one."

Doc leans against the fence and puts his hands in his pockets.

"So you both...you're doin' alright, then."

"Aye, we are, spent some time in Sherwood, was good for us."

"Good," he smiles at that.

"Aye, so lucky to 'ave 'er."

"You are," he agrees. "But you've kept her, so you're doin' somethin' right."

"'ope so, feel like I'm always learnin'."

"Well you've got a helluva gap 'tween the two of your times. Can't imagine bein' with a lady's changed that much," he quips.

Will just laughs, which feels good,

"'ow are ye 'ealin' up?"

Doc's shirt isn't tucked in, so he tugs it up a bit to reveal the well healed line of pink skin from where Dr. Ford took the bullet out of him.

"I'll have a scar but hell, I'm used to those. Leg's fine. Arm's still givin' me a lick of trouble," he admits. "But it's 'cause I'm usin' it more than the others."

"Oh aye, good. Wish to spar a bit?"

Doc considers this. He's not actually in a mood for sparring.

"I talked to Robin -- the fox -- the other day, he was givin' me some advice about shootin'. I could go git my bow and could show you what he showed me?"

"Aye, that sounds good."

"I'll be right back, then," he says, before he heads back to the bar, jogging, to fetch his things.

So Will goes to fetch his arrows out of the target while he waits for Doc.

When he returns, he has he bow over his shoulder and a long sleeved shirt, and a pair of water bottles as well as a quiver of practice arrows.

"I've been workin' on my own, ain't great but I've gotten better."

"Show me 'ow ye're doin' first then."