The buggy journey back into Roylsden was odd. Clint had the reins and I sat beside him, both of us trying to cajole a tired and grumpy horse into getting us back to town. Minister McGinley and his wife were quiet in the back, very quiet: not that they had many alternatives, Sheriff Cole sat with them. Husband and wife both looked emptied out, like discarded tack bags, and sat silent and broken. Mickey and Doc Morris stayed behind with the boys at the farm. I wasn't sure that was the best way: fact is, it was the only way.
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Aah!
(Reins, line 1?... episode numbering? Should it be #365 perhaps? Or am I missing a drabble?)
Drew Martyn about 2 years ago
Oh sugar, yes, reins. No, you haven't missed one, I always have a problem when I get past ten ;) Thanks Neville, I shall rectify it immediately :)
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Sorry for being such a pedant!
Drew Martyn about 2 years ago
Lol, don't apologise, it's all good and constructive comment mate :)