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[e_delmar]

Ain't like the air's so different here.

There's a bit more grass. Bit fewer mountains. But there's air and water and land just the same's Wyoming.



Why it don't feel none like Wyoming, then, Ennis couldn't rightly say, but it feels comfortable enough, standing out here with one of the horses, looking off to what, he don't rightly know.

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[river_meimei]

River beams.

That's a yes.

[e_delmar]

He reaches up and taps the brim with his hand, and smiles.


"Looks good."

[river_meimei]

"It's very purple," River informs him.

In case he hadn't noticed.

[e_delmar]

"It's shiny."

It's possible she can't tell. It is on top of HER head, after all.

[river_meimei]

River beams.

Because yes. Yes it is. And he's even using her 'verse's slang! (Even if it's totally unintentional.)

[e_delmar]

Totally unintentional. On his part, anyway.




"You get a party?"


Should always get a party.

[river_meimei]

"It's in the common parlance."

[e_delmar]

He blinks, and shuffles his foot like he does when he don't know what something means. But that ain't so bad, she don't make him feel dumb like some people.

[river_meimei]

Don't fret, Ennis. Nobody understands River all the time. River herself included.

She looks cheerful, anyway?

[e_delmar]

Cheerful's good, and Ennis leans forward and gives her a hug, no sign of the earlier hesitation there.

[river_meimei]

River's surprised, but happily so. And after a moment's startlement, she slips an arm around his waist -- the other one is still brushing the fence rail -- and hugs back.