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sidHowdy, folks! This here is a little 420 word remix of princessofgeeks's 5,500 word Jack/Daniel Old West AU WIP 'the past is only dust on your boots'.
I highly recommend reading that first, or re-reading it. Not only is it absolutely wonderful, but my little offering will make a lot more sense with the other fresh in your mind.
A lot more sense. Unless you speak fluent Horse, that is, because this story is told from the POV of Sheriff Jack's mare. But I reckon you'll get the gist of it either way. Please enjoy.
Socks felt a tingle run down her reins. Something had caused a reaction in her master, and there was no reason to think it was Small Cassandra, who was now giving Socks’ neck a swift pat as she ran past, shouting something. This other one then, this New Face?
Socks stuck out her nose and snuffled at the air as Jack dismounted. New Face did not smell of Horse. Not Interesting. She sighed and lowered her head, watching idly as Jack walked towards the Man. There seemed to be a bit more swagger than usual in her master’s step.
A tingle and a swagger. Clearly Jack didn’t find this Man uninteresting. Socks snorted softly in disagreement as the two men disappeared inside the building. Even the grass here was uninteresting. She curled her lip at its brownness.
The smell of food from inside made her want her Supper. Oh, well, grass was grass, even sparse and brown. Something to pass the time. She nibbled idly, waiting for her master.
Finally Jack came out. He smelled Different. Socks’ nostrils twitched as she tried to identify the New-but-not-new scent. Jack had smelled this way in the past. She thought it was a Happy Smell, and danced a little as they headed out. Supper soon and Jack happy made her want to frisk like a filly.
Jack had other ideas, and his hand was firm on her reins. No Supper yet? A little Work first? Socks tossed her head in disgust before obeying.
Finally! Home and Mother, and a lovely brushing down while Socks drank some cool water, and then yummy Supper.
Night fell. Socks slept.
She woke at the sound of Mother moving, and was aware of Jack’s scent before he spoke.
He smelled Different again. A different Different. He hadn’t smelled this way in a long time. He’d smelled this way often, back when the Woman Who Isn’t Here Now was here. Socks didn’t remember her name. Jack never spoke it now; hadn’t for a long time.
Socks shifted her hindquarters, getting resettled, getting comfortable. Jack was quietly leaning against Mother. Mother was already half-asleep again.
Socks knew that Jack got lonely sometimes, without the Boy and the Woman Who Aren’t Here Now. He was welcome to take whatever comfort he could find from her presence, and Mother’s. She closed her eyes and lowered her head and drifted off back to sleep, placidly content in the bred-bone-deep knowledge that no Man is ever truly alone as long as he has his Horse.
princessofgeeks's 5,500 word Jack/Daniel Old West AU WIP 'the past is only dust on your boots'.I highly recommend reading that first, or re-reading it. Not only is it absolutely wonderful, but my little offering will make a lot more sense with the other fresh in your mind.
A lot more sense. Unless you speak fluent Horse, that is, because this story is told from the POV of Sheriff Jack's mare. But I reckon you'll get the gist of it either way. Please enjoy.
Socks felt a tingle run down her reins. Something had caused a reaction in her master, and there was no reason to think it was Small Cassandra, who was now giving Socks’ neck a swift pat as she ran past, shouting something. This other one then, this New Face?
Socks stuck out her nose and snuffled at the air as Jack dismounted. New Face did not smell of Horse. Not Interesting. She sighed and lowered her head, watching idly as Jack walked towards the Man. There seemed to be a bit more swagger than usual in her master’s step.
A tingle and a swagger. Clearly Jack didn’t find this Man uninteresting. Socks snorted softly in disagreement as the two men disappeared inside the building. Even the grass here was uninteresting. She curled her lip at its brownness.
The smell of food from inside made her want her Supper. Oh, well, grass was grass, even sparse and brown. Something to pass the time. She nibbled idly, waiting for her master.
Finally Jack came out. He smelled Different. Socks’ nostrils twitched as she tried to identify the New-but-not-new scent. Jack had smelled this way in the past. She thought it was a Happy Smell, and danced a little as they headed out. Supper soon and Jack happy made her want to frisk like a filly.
Jack had other ideas, and his hand was firm on her reins. No Supper yet? A little Work first? Socks tossed her head in disgust before obeying.
Finally! Home and Mother, and a lovely brushing down while Socks drank some cool water, and then yummy Supper.
Night fell. Socks slept.
She woke at the sound of Mother moving, and was aware of Jack’s scent before he spoke.
He smelled Different again. A different Different. He hadn’t smelled this way in a long time. He’d smelled this way often, back when the Woman Who Isn’t Here Now was here. Socks didn’t remember her name. Jack never spoke it now; hadn’t for a long time.
Socks shifted her hindquarters, getting resettled, getting comfortable. Jack was quietly leaning against Mother. Mother was already half-asleep again.
Socks knew that Jack got lonely sometimes, without the Boy and the Woman Who Aren’t Here Now. He was welcome to take whatever comfort he could find from her presence, and Mother’s. She closed her eyes and lowered her head and drifted off back to sleep, placidly content in the bred-bone-deep knowledge that no Man is ever truly alone as long as he has his Horse.
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Date: Jun. 27th, 2011 09:21 am (UTC)<3 <3 Socks!....
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Date: Jun. 29th, 2011 02:03 am (UTC)I ♥ Socks.
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Date: Jul. 3rd, 2011 01:06 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!