jonaswilder (jonaswilder) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-08-26 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | jonas wilder, obediah jones |
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Jonas had had a good night's rest after the party, awaking with only a minor headache to remind him of the quantity of good whisky he had consumed. He'd stayed in his rooms above the Sheriff's office, where all his things were still lying, mostly unpacked, save for his clothes, personal grooming kit, and Digger's things.
He strolled out into the bright morning, and started out along North Street, heading towards the Square. Digger chased around Jonas' heels, seemingly more excited than the man himself about the new surroundings.
"C'mon Digger," Jonas said. "Let's go see if we can talk to a man about a horse."
A mount first, then onto the tavern for that promised drink.
He patted his thigh with his hat as he walked, attempting (and failing) to get the dog to walk to heel, and not trip him up. He saw someone approaching them, and held his hand (and his hat) up in greeting.
"Mornin'. Lovely day, isn't it?"