Wanderin' was somethin' Tobias did best, except he hadn't quite found the will to leave this valley. He had walked the ridges, casting his sights out beyond the mountain peaks to see what might lay beyond, but for now, this felt safe. It was nestled with the air of home... and it must have been someone's home at some point. He and @
Boone had taken turns splitting off from each other's sides, and on one of his short trips, he stumbled upon some run-down establishment. It wasn't the bar the wrangler had grown used to occupying while the sun crested the mountain's edge, but it was a lick familiar, he'd tell you that.
To be quite honest, everything felt like he was trapped in a dream; even though he had awoken from odd memories, he still would insist they were just that. A dream. Everything had a semblance of Bronzebrook, but he didn't need a glass to know this ain't Bronzebrook. Never would be Bronzebrook. And maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he liked hanging onto those strings, an inch of comfort coming from the knowledge it would never be the same.
It wouldn't take long until he crossed his own shadow, a man half as crossed, twice as rugged, and all bulk. No surprise that more would dwell here. It was nice enough for the winter and warm enough that the river still ran wet. Unfortunately, Tobi knew all too well that not every stranger was happy to cross company. He let out a chuff to announce himself, keeping his distance as he watched from the tall grass.
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