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