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Tess is slower behind him, holding on for dear life just in case, but she and her horse pick up speed fast on his tail.

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He takes them out to the ranch a few miles down the road, and calls out to her: "Remember that port where you went overboard? Ended up on that ranch?"

[dog_eat_dog]

She's windblown and catching her breath when they finally slow –– it takes her twice as much distance as him to do so, her horse throwing its head against her pull on the reins. She rakes her hair out of her face with her hand, turning in the saddle to look at the ranch.

"Yeah. It was crazy." Her future will include more living off the land, she's sure, but the experience doesn't make it feel any less of a task ahead of her. "What's this place?"

[stand_unshaken]

"Emerald Ranch. Pretty big, ain't it?"

He pulls his hat down more firmly over his eyes and catches his breath as he leans forward to give his fake horse a fake snack - habit, and it makes him feel good.

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"Huge," she replies, dismounting. She flips the horse's reins over its head to ground them, as taught, and walks towards the ranch. It's massive. Would probably be a pain in the ass to maintain without a lot of people –– Walker ranch had been.

"What went on here?"

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"Uh." He looks out and scratches his beard. "Mostly, one of the fellers that works there, I used him as a fence for stolen goods. He liked carriages the most, but he's a persnickety fucker. Real keen eye for damaged goods."

[dog_eat_dog]

A fence. That's always a funny word, no matter how many times she's heard it. Smuggling is so much more fun.

"It must be so much easier in your time. Nobody tracking where things turned up by part number or anything like that."