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"Yeah! Your dad could talk to him! Let's go tell him!" She beamed.
"My Pa lives down on the bend. I'm hopin' that his ranch will be untouched." She drops down to the floor.
A signup for a roleplay about a group of ponies that can see things that can't be seen or felt by other people, so they're thought to be insane,...
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She climbed down the ladder after Sarge, thinking about the ranch her father was living at. "Do ya' think Red Glory's gang would target an old...
Gea stood there looking conflicted. "Maybe...We could talk to Mr. Mark...?"
"We can tell your parents in warning, and then mine...then they can spread it around...and then they can boyc-baoc...." She stumbles over 'boycot'...
"Quite a haul!" She looks at the bag. "He really does just hand you money."
"Sounds like a good setup. Let's go get your money."
She winces. "I-I'm sure we can do something! We can stop Mr. Mark!" Gea had no confidence in her own words.
She snickers. "Is it now? Well, let's not keep these folks awaitin'"
"How much farther to Snake Alley?" She asked.
Gea watched Snow. "Momma talks about Mark Company...they drive the little places out of buisness..."
She smiles slightly. "Thanks Sarge." After they had walked a bit farther she asked, "Where are we headed again?"
She nods softly, then whispers, barely audible. But what if I don't...
