He doesn't need to be told twice to get on the horse now that he's here. He's in such a hurry to get on that he nearly falls off the other side, struggling to make sure that he stays right. It's a mixture of the adrenaline, the panic, and the relief, but he's a little dizzy. Kicking the mare into a canter, he thinks sourly that their plans definitely went awry.
No bed, no comfort, but at least Faraday was able to get supplies while Vasquez was being waylaid in order to get him hung for killing one ranger (who deserved it). His stomach feels like it aches, but nowhere near as badly as his heart as he rides, picking up the pace.
He only stops when he can hear the horse struggling, hating that his own breathing is no longer masked and when there's miles between them and the town, he veers off course suddenly, taking his horse and guiding them to where there's a copse of trees. As soon as he's dismounted, he yanks his hat off and rubs his hands over his face again and again.
"Todo está arruinado, ¿verdad? Nunca será arreglado, esta es mi vida para siempre," he's rambling, babbling, knowing Faraday won't understand, but he'll hear the undercurrent of panic and frustration as he fumbles for a cigarette, striking match after match unsuccessfully.
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Date: 2018-06-26 06:11 pm (UTC)No bed, no comfort, but at least Faraday was able to get supplies while Vasquez was being waylaid in order to get him hung for killing one ranger (who deserved it). His stomach feels like it aches, but nowhere near as badly as his heart as he rides, picking up the pace.
He only stops when he can hear the horse struggling, hating that his own breathing is no longer masked and when there's miles between them and the town, he veers off course suddenly, taking his horse and guiding them to where there's a copse of trees. As soon as he's dismounted, he yanks his hat off and rubs his hands over his face again and again.
"Todo está arruinado, ¿verdad? Nunca será arreglado, esta es mi vida para siempre," he's rambling, babbling, knowing Faraday won't understand, but he'll hear the undercurrent of panic and frustration as he fumbles for a cigarette, striking match after match unsuccessfully.