Vaughn nodded and saw Eva out.
The next day came to Vaughn in an unusually foul mood. His hair was plaited back with the few strands partially covering his face. He wore his snug cotton pants and thigh high riding boots. A flowing shirt clinched at the waist and open up top kept his scarification covered, but a gentle breeze still made it seen, as well as the little bird charm on his pierced pec.
The range he set up was a long board strattling four crates, lined with various bottles, figurines, and barrels with painted targets. fifty fulm from the setup was another crate with two simplistic pistols, gunpowder, and a few boxes of bullets, waiting to be used.
He was setting up the last target as Eva came over the sand dune.
The next day came to Vaughn in an unusually foul mood. His hair was plaited back with the few strands partially covering his face. He wore his snug cotton pants and thigh high riding boots. A flowing shirt clinched at the waist and open up top kept his scarification covered, but a gentle breeze still made it seen, as well as the little bird charm on his pierced pec.
The range he set up was a long board strattling four crates, lined with various bottles, figurines, and barrels with painted targets. fifty fulm from the setup was another crate with two simplistic pistols, gunpowder, and a few boxes of bullets, waiting to be used.
He was setting up the last target as Eva came over the sand dune.
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