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No one could say that Sonya didn't take Javert's advice to heart. Her duties back home took up every moment of her time (and when it didn't she was still preparing for them), but milliways was where time stopped, and volunteering to work at the stables would be-in her opinion-a good way to unwind. Plus, it was a chance to learn how to ride horses again, so she couldn't see why she'd refuse.

Grabbing a pen and paper, she wrote down a note meant for this William Evans. From Javert's description, he shouldn't be that hard to find, but given where she was, Sonya felt it was easier and quicker to just have the note sent to him via Ms. Bar.

Mr. Evans,

I heard from Javert that you might be in need of volunteers to help with the horses on the grounds? While I'm not a horse expert, I've some basic experience with riding and would be willing to learn if you have the time. It would actually be a welcome respite from my duties back home.

Please respond through Bar if you're not immediately able to get in touch. I'm usually dressed in black or green army fatigues.

Signed,
Sonya Blade, US Army.

That this William Evans might not be in the bar at the time was entirely likely, but that didn't stop Sonya from taking a mug of tea and taking a seat, She was here, might as well have one.

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William gets the note when he's picking up some coffee and looks around for who sent it. Its always good to have someone else to help in the stables especially if they're comfortable around horses.

Sonya only just lifts the mug to her lips when she sees a young man reading the note she sent, or rather, the note that Bar sent for her. The guy's dressed as a ranch hand, which only confirms what Javert told her. For all the man's ticks, he could give an apt description enough.

When he turned in her direction, she gave a small wave over to him from her table. "You're William Evans, then?"

"Yes, ma'am," He walks over with his mug to her table, "You're interested in helpin' out in the stables?"

His accent and manner bring a slight smile to her expression, reminding her of home in more nostalgia then reality.

"I am." She takes a seat down with him. "It's been years since I've ridden a horse, but I've been looking into it again and since the stables need help-two birds with one stone." Even better since this could be an exchange and she wouldn't have to pay for lessons back home.

"Yeah, always good to have more folks helpin' out as never know who'll be around. What do you know about takin' care of horses, ma'am?"

If she hasn't ridden for a while, that's not terribly hopeful but she's a soldier so she must know a lot of other stuff.

"Mostly how to saddle and take care of their gear." It was something instilled in them to the point of being hammered. While they had stable hands, she was a sergeant at the time and required to atleast have a hand in dealing with horses. "Also know how to behave around them-no sudden movements, keeping your voice calm and making sure their stalls are clean, as well as exercise for them."

Even if it's been while, there were some things one didn't forget-especially if it sometimes involved work as a result of being restricted. Least she wasn't a total novice.

"Oh, that's good. They've got a nice paddock where they spend most of their time when the weather's good. A few of 'em take some work but most of them don't need much. The pay gets put right into your Bar tab which is helpful,"

He's not sure what else she needs to know, he's only one person who works in the stables.

Sonya only intended to volunteer, but hearing that she'd get paid in way of taking care of her tab (not that she had a large one anyway), was something of a relief. She'd heard of being bound, and to have something saved up incase was good to know.

"Mind showing me around? What's supplied and where everything goes and so forth." Even if she was familiar, it had been awhile.

"Not at all,"

He sets his coffee back down on the counter and starts out towards the back door, looking behind to see that she's following.

She follows him, keeping in easy step as they walk to the stables.

The smell of hay and horse hit her before they got to the stables, as large as one expected for such a place. She'd experienced worse smells in her travels, so she felt she could adapt well enough.

Its a clean stable as someone's usually in every day and William heads first towards the tack room and where the feed's kept,

"There's a coffee pot, stove and cot in there if you ever need to spend longer here. All the tack's in here, hay and feed in here. Most of the horses are out in the paddock as the weather's been so nice."

Sonya wasn't sure how long she'd spend that she'd need coffee or a cot, but if things got so bad she'd prefer the company of horses to men-least she had options.

"When should the horses be let back inside? Sunset or when it's dark? Horse blankets or no?" Best to get these questions out of the way.

"Usually sunset and earlier on full moon nights, blankets depends on the horse. There are notes in the stock book here and on their stalls to make it easier to keep track."