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there was no doubt in the journey (
sansdoute
) wrote
in
westwhere
2022-07-02 09:26 pm (UTC)
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...is only a sea, her.
( This, nodding in the dark horizon, where the Crossing roils and gathers itself, like a wounded animal. He's seen her like before a storm. )
Same dangers in any water.
( The wilderness, the cold, the drowning. )
We're men. And we've got pistols and fire and
rope
.
( Enough of it to win his moniker, to have hanged a man only days prior — to spare, if needed, for a woman more. )
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( This, nodding in the dark horizon, where the Crossing roils and gathers itself, like a wounded animal. He's seen her like before a storm. )
Same dangers in any water. ( The wilderness, the cold, the drowning. ) We're men. And we've got pistols and fire and rope.
( Enough of it to win his moniker, to have hanged a man only days prior — to spare, if needed, for a woman more. )