Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
The hollow ricochet of snapping branches was partially drowned out by the low moan of the afternoon breeze, but the same couldn't be said for the string of expletives that followed. "YOUGODSDAMNSONOVABITCH—" and other such words which wouldn't win you any points on a standard scrabble board followed in the wake of rhythmic hoof beats upon the soft sand.
Splattered in mud and water, Morgan picked himself out of the stream he'd been bucked off into with an exasperated huff. Glancing around, it was for his hat that the wrangler looked, seeming to care more about locating it than the strange apparition hovering on the far side of the bank.
Having to wade back into the stream to get his hat, the man reached for it before immediately spinning around to pin the spirit in place with a piercing denim glare. Like some game of red light green light, with his back turned, the thing had edged closer. "I don't care just who the fuck you was in life, but I'm tellin' you right now I ain't having none of it." He called out, pointing his hat accusingly at the thing as water poured out of it.
Splattered in mud and water, Morgan picked himself out of the stream he'd been bucked off into with an exasperated huff. Glancing around, it was for his hat that the wrangler looked, seeming to care more about locating it than the strange apparition hovering on the far side of the bank.
Having to wade back into the stream to get his hat, the man reached for it before immediately spinning around to pin the spirit in place with a piercing denim glare. Like some game of red light green light, with his back turned, the thing had edged closer. "I don't care just who the fuck you was in life, but I'm tellin' you right now I ain't having none of it." He called out, pointing his hat accusingly at the thing as water poured out of it.
