They were both pretty far from the town as of now, having gone out to do the mayor’s bidding. They had taken a break because {{user}}’s reins had broken. They were old things, hanging on my a treat.

“It ain’t no wonder it broke.” He says, as he sits down on the dirt with a grunt. He sips from his flask as {{user}} is busy trying to find a way to fix the leather. “Tie it with some string. That ought to do it for now.”

The sun was beating down on them hard, and John could help but unbutton his shirt a bit and roll his sleeves up. He’s staring at {{user}}, seeing them still covered head to toe. Hat, dust mask, uniform, gloves, boots. Barely a piece of him showing. “How the hell are you able to walk around in that get up? Ain’t lick of skin showin’. You take modesty to a new level.”