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Jun. 30th, 2005 05:53 pmIt's been a quiet couple of days.
Roland is hanging over the paddock fence. There are a couple of apples in a bag at his feet.
One is sliced, and he's feeding it to Kiseki. Joe's horse -- or so he thinks of the gelding.
The other hand is busy running over the St. Christopher's medal at his neck.
The bounty hunter always understood, even if he didn't approve.
Sometimes Roland hates himself.
Roland is hanging over the paddock fence. There are a couple of apples in a bag at his feet.
One is sliced, and he's feeding it to Kiseki. Joe's horse -- or so he thinks of the gelding.
The other hand is busy running over the St. Christopher's medal at his neck.
The bounty hunter always understood, even if he didn't approve.
Sometimes Roland hates himself.
