Well, alright then, if Vasquez is sure, then he’s sure. Faraday offers a quick sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, mouth twisting to one side as if to say, If that’s what you want...
Jack hardly needs Faraday’s input to follow along after Vasquez, and by now, Faraday’s gotten into the habit of merely pointing Jack in a direction and letting the horse go as he will. Considering Faraday rarely had a destination in mind, he was happy to let the winds of chance blow him where they would. He dutifully ignores Vasquez’s implications regarding his horse, knowing full well the strange sort of soft spot the man had developed for the stallion. More than once, Faraday had spotted Vasquez with a bit of food for the horse, even when Faraday snapped at the man, “Quit spoilin’ him.”
But Vasquez never listens to him, and the umpteenth time he catches Vasquez offering some treat to Jack, Faraday had tossed up his hands, gaze turned upward as though to ask the heavens for patience.
“I can do that,” Faraday says slowly, chewing it over. He’s perfected a magician’s patter after years of practice. He knows all too well how to redirect attentions when he wants or needs to. “But how ‘bout you come up with the name? You’ll remember it easier, that way.” And he adds pointedly, “And make it somethin’ I’d be able to say without much fuss.”
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Jack hardly needs Faraday’s input to follow along after Vasquez, and by now, Faraday’s gotten into the habit of merely pointing Jack in a direction and letting the horse go as he will. Considering Faraday rarely had a destination in mind, he was happy to let the winds of chance blow him where they would. He dutifully ignores Vasquez’s implications regarding his horse, knowing full well the strange sort of soft spot the man had developed for the stallion. More than once, Faraday had spotted Vasquez with a bit of food for the horse, even when Faraday snapped at the man, “Quit spoilin’ him.”
But Vasquez never listens to him, and the umpteenth time he catches Vasquez offering some treat to Jack, Faraday had tossed up his hands, gaze turned upward as though to ask the heavens for patience.
“I can do that,” Faraday says slowly, chewing it over. He’s perfected a magician’s patter after years of practice. He knows all too well how to redirect attentions when he wants or needs to. “But how ‘bout you come up with the name? You’ll remember it easier, that way.” And he adds pointedly, “And make it somethin’ I’d be able to say without much fuss.”