I have my freedom but I don't have much time
The words are like the first twinkling of stars overhead after a long day out on the road, and beneath them the wrangler is happy as a pig in shit to just lay back and let 'em sparkle. "I'm happy to help, once...once I get my bearings," he offers with the sort of stoic and kind quality of a man who knows that a day's work ain't never done, not even when the sun sets, and whose always up to lend a hand.
The thing is, though, death comes for good men same as it comes for bad; but a painless death? That's about the best damn thing any man can ask for.
So it is that Morgen tries to fix both ancients with a smile, and if he moves at all beneath his restraints, it's only to make their job all the easier for them.
The thing is, though, death comes for good men same as it comes for bad; but a painless death? That's about the best damn thing any man can ask for.
So it is that Morgen tries to fix both ancients with a smile, and if he moves at all beneath his restraints, it's only to make their job all the easier for them.
