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[tim-pierce]

Starter for @toby-jarvis

When: Present (January)

Where: Outlaw Ink

Tim's mind was full of dark storms. As the clouds rolled and the lightning struck, Tim found himself thinking more and more about the horizon line. Sometimes, the thought of going off the grid, giving up on all the fights that would never truly be won, called to him. He never really wanted any of it -- the brand, the Cowboys, the Roundup; it was just that all of those things made it more likely that he'd win some of the battles just a little more. Yet, as he combed through local police reports from the end of December and paid attention to the news, Tim could see the beginning of a familiar story with a tired ending.

His feet took him from the Roundup to Outlaw Ink. The bell tolled overhead, announcing his arrival, and pulling Tim away from his mind. At the sight of TJ Jarvis, Tim lifted his hand in a brief wave. "When's your next appointment?" He asked. "I had to get out of my office for a bit, but I only have a lunch hour, so I couldn't venture too far."

[logan-porter]

Starter for @toby-jarvis

When: Post Plot Drop 4

Where: Outside the Lost Horse Saloon

Logan flicked his cigarette butt onto the dirt. He was in a bit of a sour mood tonight and hadn’t felt like sitting around listening to a bachelorette party try to play pool. Instead, he sat in his truck bed and enjoyed his beer. He was getting ready to jump out to get another one when he noticed someone drawing closer.

“If you’re looking for Lester he violated his probation,” Logan said with a nonchalant shrug. Lester was one of his uncles and always had a parade of people drifting by. Usually, it was for kava or some other fake medicinal bullshit — the Cowboys didn’t really care about substances unless they were drugs. “If you’re looking for Johnny, he dropped dead in Phoenix five months ago.”