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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 20:47:46 GMT
Gabe let his emotions be locked up inside him once again, and he turned his vision away from the dying fields. He knew the Sheriff knew pretty much the ins-and-outs of almost everyone in this small community... and so it made him feel better that he understood what he was feeling. "Heh... I appreciate what you want to do for me, sir... but i doubt anyone would want to come near this place..." he replied, knowing and accepting the truth "... I know what they think of me, I'm to blame for most 'thangs around here....".
He didn't feel like carrying the topic on, and so turned to walk toward the slaughtered Bessie, the alcohol wearing off, being sweat out in the roasting heat. "So what's gonna' happen now? Your gonna' need to run some tests or somethin', right?" he inquired as he took one last look at the animal, shaking his head with a sigh.
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 20:52:21 GMT
The Sheriff shook his head and let his eyes get softer.
"Nah..." He said and scratched his head, while approching the animal. "You want some help movin' her?"
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 21:02:56 GMT
Gabe shrugged his shoulders as he bent down slightly, remembering this time to hold his nose. "You sure? I'm sure Agent Summers would think differently..." He chuckled looking up at Nate "... she seems to be into all this sci-fi, alien stuff, I thought she'd want to test it for alien goo or somthin'". He wanted to see what Sheriff Dayes' view was on the woman, the two were quite the opposite... and to have them working together... heh... he could tell there were many arguements waiting down the line...
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 21:07:28 GMT
He let out a wry smile and made a strangling motion with his hands "That woman!" He started then composed himself with a cheeky smirk "Then lets not let her get her tests, huh?"
"Wanna bury her, kid?"
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 21:14:45 GMT
Gabe grinned and waited for a few seconds before he looked back to Nate once more. "Wanna dig the hole?" he immitated with a chuckle as he stood up, the glaring sun once again forcing him to flick his sunglasses back down. A boot scuffed at the water-starved dirt beneath him and he sighed. " This ground is gonna' be a bitch to dig through...". He shook his head... remembering how he was yelled at whenever he used to swear. He glanced at the rusty shovel that leant against the side of the shack-like cottage, before walking over to retreive it, tossing it lightly at the Sheriff.
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 21:22:58 GMT
Nate looked at the shovel and let out a long sigh.
"How about we burn her instead?" He said slightly sympathetically, but mostly apprehensive about the digging.
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 21:31:58 GMT
Gabe nodded his head and chuckled... it would be much easier... hell, its surprising that things aren't burning already in this sun. "Yeah... good idea... less work that way, huh?" he trailed off as he walked into the house, returning a few minutes later with a large container of parraffin. He figured Old Bessie was far enough out in the open to burn her where she was... so without thinking about anything else, he begun pouring the highly flammable liquid over the carcass... before retreiving a box of matches from a concealed pocket within his jacket. He had one for himself and handed another to the Sheriff... he thought they could each throw one down, in a ceremonial-like way.
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 21:43:34 GMT
The parafin started to mask the rotting smell. He nodded and tried to put on his solumn face, frowning and pursing his lips slightly. He couldn't help a slight smirk at the entire situation. It was bizarre - Two men in the middle of no-where, one of whom was slightly drunk, the other, 30 years older and in need of going back the station, standing over a dead cow smothered in parafin and missing an eye; but yet the two still tried to make a ceremony out of the situation.
Sometimes Nate thought he was the alien in this place.
"Any last words?" He mustered, allowing for a smile.
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 21:49:20 GMT
Gabe struck the match against the box, the small flame reflecting in his sunglasses. With there being no wind at all, it stayed burning as he shook his head in reply to the Sheriffs question. "Buh-Bye, Bessie" he said with a smile as he tossed the small stick towards the parafin-soaked carcass, awaiting Nate to do the same. There wasn't really that much of Bessie left in the sliced and diced body that lay, burning in the middle of the field... just the result of some pysco with a few tools work.
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 21:57:45 GMT
Dayes didn't light the match. He just tossed it into the flames, and enjoyed the slight hiss that it made as it was engulfed in the now raging fire.
The two had to stand back, as the heat became even more intense. Like a second sun.
They watched the fire for a few seconds, until finally the Sheriff took a deep breath, held it for a second then released it slowly.
"See you around kid." He said and patted Gabe on the back before turning slowly and headed for his car.
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 22:02:05 GMT
Gabe watched the flames for a while longer nodding to the sheriff as he made for his vehicle. As he stood, starring into the burning carcass... he realized he didn't have anything left. The house was a wreck... the fields were dead... the farm wasn't really much of a farm at all. Sighing, he turned quickly back to the sheriff. "Hey, Sheriff.... about fixing the ranch up... did you mean it? Cause' I'd like that..."
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Post by Nate Dayes on Apr 16, 2007 22:09:29 GMT
A natural smile wiped across Nate's face.
"Sure I did. I'll sort it out tomorrow, how about that?" He said and nodded before letting out a pleased chuckle and getting into his car, hastily switching on the AC to cool the seathing heat down. He started the engine and nodded to Gabe with a smile, before backing slowly down the drive, then he pulled away from the farm with a toot of the horn.
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Post by Gabe Rivers on Apr 16, 2007 22:17:59 GMT
Thread Finnished, Mo fo's
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