Maybe. [Or some shady information dealing, though they're too far away to tell for sure.
He doesn't warn 76 when he pulls himself up and over the saddle, dropping down into rainslicked mud all the way up to his heels. There's a fence running beside them, marking the edge of the town, and Joel ties off their equine companion before ducking low to press ahead, using the posts as cover.
Not many people want to be out in weather like this, and an almost vacant town is proof enough of that: anyone that happens to be passing through seems distracted, too quick to ignore a pack of strangers at the far edge of town. Even less quick to recognize the foreign clothes a few of them are wearing, hidden beneath heavy raincloaks.]
no subject
He doesn't warn 76 when he pulls himself up and over the saddle, dropping down into rainslicked mud all the way up to his heels. There's a fence running beside them, marking the edge of the town, and Joel ties off their equine companion before ducking low to press ahead, using the posts as cover.
Not many people want to be out in weather like this, and an almost vacant town is proof enough of that: anyone that happens to be passing through seems distracted, too quick to ignore a pack of strangers at the far edge of town. Even less quick to recognize the foreign clothes a few of them are wearing, hidden beneath heavy raincloaks.]