Faraday takes the proffered piece of jerky, munching on it thoughtfully.
Then, he says flatly, "I think you're annoying as hell and infuriating and I have no idea where you got the impression that I liked you."
But as with Faraday's usual protests along this vein, he hardly means it, and more than that, Vasquez has more than enough evidence to the contrary to show that Faraday is lying through his teeth. It's why Faraday simply breathes out a laugh, spurring Jack forward.
"C'mon. I wanna get there before sunset."
Hours later, they arrive at the edge of the town in question, just as the sun begins its downward descent toward the horizon. The light of day takes on a darker cast, casting long, stretching shadows, and Faraday rocks in his saddle, carefully moving his leg to alleviate the cramp in his leg.
The town is small, and Faraday wonders if the folks living here had even thought to name it. It boasts the usual amenities – a tavern, a boarding house, a general store, and a laundry – but beyond that, Faraday can't spot anything special to recommend it, nothing to set it apart from all the others.
He catches the eye of a few folks, offering a friendly smile that does little to allay their apparent misgivings at the sight of the two of them, and when the townspeople hurry away, Faraday lets out a quick, affronted huff.
"Well, ain't this a warm welcome?" he asks sarcastically, pitching his voice low for only Vasquez to hear.
i'm so sorry for the delay! work kicked my ass
Then, he says flatly, "I think you're annoying as hell and infuriating and I have no idea where you got the impression that I liked you."
But as with Faraday's usual protests along this vein, he hardly means it, and more than that, Vasquez has more than enough evidence to the contrary to show that Faraday is lying through his teeth. It's why Faraday simply breathes out a laugh, spurring Jack forward.
"C'mon. I wanna get there before sunset."
Hours later, they arrive at the edge of the town in question, just as the sun begins its downward descent toward the horizon. The light of day takes on a darker cast, casting long, stretching shadows, and Faraday rocks in his saddle, carefully moving his leg to alleviate the cramp in his leg.
The town is small, and Faraday wonders if the folks living here had even thought to name it. It boasts the usual amenities – a tavern, a boarding house, a general store, and a laundry – but beyond that, Faraday can't spot anything special to recommend it, nothing to set it apart from all the others.
He catches the eye of a few folks, offering a friendly smile that does little to allay their apparent misgivings at the sight of the two of them, and when the townspeople hurry away, Faraday lets out a quick, affronted huff.
"Well, ain't this a warm welcome?" he asks sarcastically, pitching his voice low for only Vasquez to hear.