Terrier B
Elephants can smell water.
' A wild plant growing where it is not wanted,
and in competition with cultivated plants '
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Tuesday
May the 5th, 1885.
' A funny sort of Declaration Day '
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Independence
Missouri
It was always odd. And that, annoyed him thoroughly.
For it hadn't always felt that way. The uneasy notion of poignancy cycled through his conscious on a near clockwork routine. There was nothing much to stop it either. Nothing that effective anyway. Ugh. Christ...
The town was as busy as it usually was, perhaps a little livelier with the one-off addition of various relatives dressed in their Sunday best, visiting graves of the fallen as casually as if it were any other normal family reunion. But otherwise, it was seemingly business as usual. Valentine's grocer's was the most occupied, with the stables and smithy coming in at a close second. Ah, that reminded him, he needed to get Manni a new shoe...
Welp.
Suppose he should get back to business of his own really. He'd taken, and very much enjoyed, his promised three days of rest and recuperation, and now it was time to get back into the swing of things. These days, other guides and wranglers were starting to rather passionately (Borderline obsessively) take part in this increasingly popular sensation called, 'advertising'. But Burdock could personally not A) See the point, or B) Be all that bothered. Signs, stalls, and salesman stood scattered and strews all along the streets of Independence. Each claimed to have the best deal goin', but Burdock Wilson? he knew much better than all of them. Oh yes. Definitely. For sure. The man knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he was the cheapest guide around in lil' old Independence Missouri. And therefore, there was only one form of 'adverting' he needed, word of mouth. Wasn't nothin' more reliable (or easy) than that.
And so he went to work. Still enjoying his well-earned restful return, he strolled into the office (Saloon) at about noon-ish, give or take, and settled himself down at his desk (Bar), ready with a big ol' welcome smile (Grimace) to talk business with any and all hopeful Cowpoke.
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