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Gon' Fishin'
May. 28th, 2018 06:58 pmGoodnight had to get out of the city. There had been countless occasions when he lamented to Billy how much he missed city-living when they were out in the middle of nowhere for days, weeks at a time, but now that they'd been in Darrow for some time, Goodnight realized how much he missed the range.
So he packed up a tackle box and a rod and borrowed a horse from Villa Cordova, and saw his way out into the countryside. He knew there was a lake where people spent time, and he could have had Billy drive him out, but there was a comfort in having a horse under him again.
When he arrived to a picnic area, Goodnight dismounted and untacked Picasso so the horse wouldn't just stand around in the saddle while Goodnight enjoyed himself. He tied the horse out and hobbled him loosely for good measure.
He carried his tackle kit, cooler bag, and fishing rod to a good looking spot on the shore.
Goodnight noticed he wasn't alone. He tipped his hat to the man not far down the shore.
"You mind if I set up here?"
So he packed up a tackle box and a rod and borrowed a horse from Villa Cordova, and saw his way out into the countryside. He knew there was a lake where people spent time, and he could have had Billy drive him out, but there was a comfort in having a horse under him again.
When he arrived to a picnic area, Goodnight dismounted and untacked Picasso so the horse wouldn't just stand around in the saddle while Goodnight enjoyed himself. He tied the horse out and hobbled him loosely for good measure.
He carried his tackle kit, cooler bag, and fishing rod to a good looking spot on the shore.
Goodnight noticed he wasn't alone. He tipped his hat to the man not far down the shore.
"You mind if I set up here?"
