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milliways_bar2012-10-11 10:46 am
fireinthehole) wrote in milliways_bar2012-10-11 10:46 am
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The creepy feeling in the woods hasn't gotten much better. But time and a crop that needs tending wait for no man's jitters. And jitters are against Boyd's personal motto, anyhow. Especially when there's this much work to do. He's got a rain gauge out there in his little clearing, and last time he was out there he thought it was looking a mite low.
So to add insult to injury -- he's got a lot of work still left to do on the drying shed, which means hauling out even more supplies from the bar into the spooky woods -- Boyd Crowder is hauling gallon jugs of water out into the woods, and he's doing so without aid of a cart or a handtruck or any such device. Two are in his backpack. One is in his left hand.
(His only concession to the increasingly spooky woods is the handgun at the small of his back. This is why his right hand is free.)
Just a mild-mannered gentleman farmer, out tending his fields. That's all Boyd Crowder is.
So to add insult to injury -- he's got a lot of work still left to do on the drying shed, which means hauling out even more supplies from the bar into the spooky woods -- Boyd Crowder is hauling gallon jugs of water out into the woods, and he's doing so without aid of a cart or a handtruck or any such device. Two are in his backpack. One is in his left hand.
(His only concession to the increasingly spooky woods is the handgun at the small of his back. This is why his right hand is free.)
Just a mild-mannered gentleman farmer, out tending his fields. That's all Boyd Crowder is.