MORGEN
Come down from your fences
The man's answer receives a slight frown from the wrangler, though it's entirely possible that the set of the sun and the slant of his hat casts enough shadow over his mouth to hide it. "Uh...huh." The wrangler comments, the sound itself a dry and impartial thing not unlike the man who'd uttered it. "Yer'gonna burn if you stay like that much longer." For his part, the wrangler's lower arms had already started to turn the colour of a blush you might see on a young girl's cheeks following a raunchy joke, but the rest of his complexion suggested he wasn't the type to burn. Nah, he'd turn into leather before that ever happened.
The flick of the tail catches Morgen's eye, and had he noticed it before, he'd have kept his commentary about the sun to himself. 'Much as any herd of wild animals can be, I guess." He answers, resting his hands on the horn of his saddle and twisting his head over his shoulder to eye the herd which had come to a lazy stop a few dozen feet behind him. There were thirty or so, ranging in colour and size, and luckily for both men, the heat had burned most of the fuckery out of them for the time being.
"This someone yer lookin' for...they dangerous?"
The flick of the tail catches Morgen's eye, and had he noticed it before, he'd have kept his commentary about the sun to himself. 'Much as any herd of wild animals can be, I guess." He answers, resting his hands on the horn of his saddle and twisting his head over his shoulder to eye the herd which had come to a lazy stop a few dozen feet behind him. There were thirty or so, ranging in colour and size, and luckily for both men, the heat had burned most of the fuckery out of them for the time being.
"This someone yer lookin' for...they dangerous?"
open the gate
