[Gotta give a little to get a little. That's just good business. Besides, it's easier to show than tell.]
Swing by what's left of the saloon if you're feeling curious enough.
[A few weeks of familiarity helps make some guesses, but he can't say he knows her well enough to say if she'll bite. He's not so narrow minded he'll dismiss a resource on principle, but he's also not much for counting on the kindness of near-strangers, either.
Its been just long enough that the embers are out and the town's regrouped, and the arson is still very much a subject of debate—and investigation. And it's where he'll be, if Nat decides to bring this to action. Perched on a fence in eyeshot of the charred building with his hood up against the chill and his gloves on. Ash-streaked, a little, but not in a "narrowly crawled my way out of a(nother) firey death" kind of way. (There's something that looks a little like a red motorcycle helmet sitting on the fencepost next to him—not super necessary at the moment, but it helped with visibility and filtering out the air when the heat was on, and he hasn't abandoned his post long enough to ditch it in a bolthole.)]
no subject
I'd hate to bore you with the details, otherwise.
[Gotta give a little to get a little. That's just good business. Besides, it's easier to show than tell.]
Swing by what's left of the saloon if you're feeling curious enough.
[A few weeks of familiarity helps make some guesses, but he can't say he knows her well enough to say if she'll bite. He's not so narrow minded he'll dismiss a resource on principle, but he's also not much for counting on the kindness of near-strangers, either.
Its been just long enough that the embers are out and the town's regrouped, and the arson is still very much a subject of debate—and investigation. And it's where he'll be, if Nat decides to bring this to action. Perched on a fence in eyeshot of the charred building with his hood up against the chill and his gloves on. Ash-streaked, a little, but not in a "narrowly crawled my way out of a(nother) firey death" kind of way. (There's something that looks a little like a red motorcycle helmet sitting on the fencepost next to him—not super necessary at the moment, but it helped with visibility and filtering out the air when the heat was on, and he hasn't abandoned his post long enough to ditch it in a bolthole.)]