04-08-2017, 03:20 AM
The sound of a mechanical horse approached and then footfalls as the person on top of it climbed down, the man looked well worn. His eyes were sunken and lips chapped, it had been a dry summer and he was glad to be getting out of the heat in a familar place. He grabbed his bags and shut down his horse to stuff it into his pocket, shuffling heavily into the shop where the ac was and he sighed. Dropping his things and sinking down against the wall and door, tossing off his hat and gloves, pulling down the bandana from around his mouth. He was covered in dust,"Jack?!"he called, there wasn't anyone inside of the store, probably due to the sandstorm coming in and he looked for the old man who owned the shop,"Jack, I need some help!" Howard shrugged off his jacket and held his side firmly, a grimace on his face and dark blood on his hands and staining his clothes.
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