Rygar Dayne (starofmorning) wrote in westernrp, @ 2016-11-14 18:00:00 |
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Marta was sometimes too generous for her own good. Bear understood why she permitted a ... questionable demographic to shelter on her property. He'd never challenged her about it. It wasn't his place. Neither did he visit her ranch in a professional capacity. The badge always stayed home. But somedays, he regretted that. Today was looking like it might be one of those irksome few. His chestnut horse was slightly uncomfortable with the weight of the slain deer draped over it's hindquarters. He could feel tension in the animal's gait, see it in the flick of her ears. The deer had been shot with a rifle and left to die; untouched for meat, skin or bone. It had been a sport kill. Death for entertainment. To a lesser degree than his horse, it made Red Bear uncomfortable, as well. It was a waste of resource and told of a gross disregard for life. No matter how many years he spent in American society, he'd never accustom himself to either. Drawing closer, he spotted Marta outside the ranch house. With a figure like that, she was hard to miss even at a distance. Issuing a cattle whistle from across the clearing to announce himself, he slowed his horse from a trot. "Afternoon." Fairly undemonstrative as always, Bear greeted her, a long time friend, with a small smile and a gesture to the deer. Someone he liked any less wouldn't have gotten the smile. "It looks like you have new guests who don't know the rules. I thought you should know." |