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[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

Barbeque and the Bible /./ [Simessie]

@wright-ranch-jessie

Simba bounded eagerly up the front porch steps of Jessie’s cabin, not bothering to knock as he threw open the door and headed towards the kitchen, his arms laden down with groceries. Far be it for him to knock and be polite the way his mother had taught him. Jessie had always told him to just “c’mon in!” and he’d taken that truly to heart.

He was smiling like a fool on this fine Saturday morning as he made it to the kitchen and plopped his groceries down with a huff before straightening up again and making a sweeping gesture across the groceries.

“Everythin’ ya ordered, ma’am,” he said, doing the best impression of her accent he could muster (which was truly terrible and made him snort.)

[copperrussell-blog]

Home on the Range -- [Cowgirl Sheriff]

It was about four days after he’d initially got in contact with Miss Wright before he had time to actually make his way to her farm on the outskirts of town in order to help her with her fence.

He felt bad about that truly, had been insistent on apologizing when he texted her to give her the news and get her address. And, now, here he was, pulling up in front of the farm house in his cruiser at 9:43 in the morning--as the clock on the dash read, his only off time before going in later that afternoon for the night shift along with Rajah. 

The house was quaint, but not at all in a bad way. It reminded him of home, actually. It wasn’t often that he traveled out to the edges of town towards the farmland, but, whenever he did it made him miss home tremendously. Of course, he went to school by the seaside, in the little fishing village--but it was a seven mile walk back home again in the afternoon to the moors. 

And, y’know, even though it reminded him of home and he could most definitely be sleeping right now, he didn’t mind filling his time before hand with helping fix a fence. 

Getting out of the car, he opened the passenger door for Chief to hop out. (Off duty, and even occasionally on, Copper was rarely seen without his faithful hound.) Then, both of them headed up the path to the house. Copper firmly against the door and then stepped back, Chief sitting at his heel.

[copperrussell-blog]

Cowgirl Sheriff Texts

Copper: Is this Miss Wright?