who: closed for @julie-hollis where: the Blue Rooster Ranch when: approx. 8:15 am
Murph grunted as he tossed the last few tools and spare pieces of lumber that they'd need for the repair into the rusted bed of the old F-150 that the ranch hands used for - well. Pretty much everything.
As he rounded the other side of the vehicle, he caught sight of Julie approaching from the main building. All things considered, she seemed... fine. Murph had heard about the salon and, despite the two of them not being very close, felt an unmistakable pang of sympathy for her. He knew (intimately) what it felt like to lose everything - in his case, many times over. It was one of the many reasons he'd drifted for so long. Hard to lose something if you had nothing.
"Ya' ready to get this shit done?" He called mildly over his shoulder as he yanked open the door to the backseat of the truck and pulled out two pairs of worn, yellow work gloves.