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Keep up, boy! And don’t let that damn skin touch the ground!

Against the horizon, the plague doctor took shape. The beak of her muzzle, the sharpness of her eyes. Her steps were sure, her body still thin-boned, but her coat shiny.

Vacation did a mind good, apparently.

Lonesome Dove looked over her shoulder at @Earp , fixing him with a blank stare for a moment, before speeding up. The small gods hissed at her cruelty towards their vessel and she winced in apology, whispering below her breath as she slowed her pace back down.

They travelled to where she’d left @Colt and @Sadey , but they were a good few travel days away with Earp’s small legs. The woman shifted the stick she was chewing on to her other cheek, stopping with a short snort of breath.

We’re stoppin for a bit. The hissing of the small gods retreated, and Lonesome’s shoulders lost their stiffness.

She chewed harder on her stick. When had the favor shifted from her to him?