Creek

Dylan just have Ashlee a little nod before focusing on the trail again. He was pleased she liked the flowers, and just hoped no one else would get the wrong impression about his intentions. He might deserve the lack of trust, but she didn't deserve any guff. 

Sharpshooter jumped at the sight of a downed tree branch, and Dylan rolled his eyes. "Cut it out," he chided. "I need to take you out here more, don't I?" He could have punished the horse further for his antic, but he didn't. Instead he just gave the gelding a gentle pat on the neck and kept going. 

It was quiet for most of the ride, and Dylan kept a close eye on his watch. Once they'd been gone half an hour, he turned them around to head back by way of a different route. Coming up on a shallow creek, he stopped and let Sharpshooter have his head for a short drink. 

Glancing around the wooded area, Dylan nodded. "This is one of my favorite spots," he admitted. "Can't see anything here but nature."


Aaron stopped as they reached the stairs, and squinted at Sam. Did she really want to know or was she just using conversation as a tactic? He couldn't tell.

"First thing that'll show up on my record is stealing a car at the age of twelve. Does that answer your question?" He managed a couple stairs, then paused to try and manage the pain. "Although if I gotta be stuck in that stupid cell, any new reading material is rather nice."

Another couple steps, and the pain got to him. Only halfway up, he stopped and sank down on one of the steps, growling in frustration. "This is stupid," he muttered. "It's not gonna get better and Rick just won't tell me."


Gunner leaned his head over to let it rest against Bree. "Eh... they're semi okay. Julie isn't so bad." He had to look on the bright side, right? Not that it helped much.

Silence ruled for the longest time until he spoke again. "Your uncle thinks you deserve more than me, doesn't he?"