stop looking behind you

MORGEN

Come down from your fences

"Probably what a ghost would say, huh?" Morgen chuckles; it's a good-natured sound, and though he and Lena were for all intents and purposes alone out in the asscrack of nowhere, nothing in the man's movements suggested he meant her any harm. 'Ain't no disturbance." He mumbles, dismounting with the ease of long practice. Despite the mare's rather bitchy nature, her ears perked forward as her dark eyes looked toward Lena, deciding for herself whether the woman was a threat or not.

"Feel broken?" The wrangler asks, nearing, and offering out a hand for Lena to steady against in case she wanted to try and move. "These rocks get real fuckin' slippery this time'a'year." Then, realizing himself, he chuckles apologetically. "Sorry 'bout the language."

open the gate