Noah Adams (noahadams) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2012-01-18 04:51:00 |
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Noah wasn't a religious person, hadn't been in a good few years now. She was still young enough that 'a good few years' was actually a pretty long time. But there was one ceremony she had set for herself in the past few months. Every time she came to town from the ranch, she stopped by the cemetery, and Charlie's grave. She never said anything, she wasn't good at that stuff. She just stood there for a few minutes, thought about him, and everything she would've told him if he'd still been around, and then she put her hat on, tipped it at the grave, and headed back into the heart of town.
The saloon, for drinks, if it was an evening off. Wherever she needed to buy things for the ranch, if it was a business call.
Tonight, it was an evening off, and she headed for the saloon, looking up from her feet beating the dusty road when someone fell in stride beside her.