I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Some things y'learned early on just weren't worth the hassle. Others though? Other things you'd damn near kill yer'self to do, and so it was that on this afternoon near'on the high end of the season, Morgen was out without his herd.
In a chambray shirt unbuttoned to his sternum and his hat pulled low to shade his eyes, the wrangler walked through a field of flowers that seemed like they'd be just as content to be plucked and made into a bouquet than to suffer out in the heat any longer. Doing just that, the man gathered flower after flower, paying careful attention to which ones he did or didn't pull in a way that seemed ill-fitting a man as rough around the edges as he seemed to be.
Somewhere out here his ma was buried, and though he was rather shit at remembering where (near the well, but that fuckin' thing always seemed to move about), and he always made the trek up on the anniversary of her passing.
In a chambray shirt unbuttoned to his sternum and his hat pulled low to shade his eyes, the wrangler walked through a field of flowers that seemed like they'd be just as content to be plucked and made into a bouquet than to suffer out in the heat any longer. Doing just that, the man gathered flower after flower, paying careful attention to which ones he did or didn't pull in a way that seemed ill-fitting a man as rough around the edges as he seemed to be.
Somewhere out here his ma was buried, and though he was rather shit at remembering where (near the well, but that fuckin' thing always seemed to move about), and he always made the trek up on the anniversary of her passing.
