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[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--no real snow this time, fortunately. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps that's just as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.

Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City this time, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happening and City stuff, all recorded from the shoulder of a horse.

Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.

However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...

...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]

[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse. (At least, not for the moment.)

There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure it was a "she") walks off down the street again.

It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Yup. As ever.

He gives it a Look (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse. What was his victory? Maybe there wasn't a victory at all and he just wanted a kiss. Or maybe it was the girl who was victorious and, well, I envy her celebration.]

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[Abed stands not far off, holding a box of tissues he's painted to look like a camera.]

Blushing and giggling, the girl floats away. She knows it wouldn't last -- couldn't last, even if it hadn't been a curse. The sailor's wife is the sea, and the cowboy's mistress is the open plain. But she'll hold a hand to her lips, which taste of salt and smoke, and think to herself: It was worth it.

[He can hear you, Abed. He can hear you and he recognizes you and he's starting to think you're really insane.

A slow turn to look over his shoulder at you and your ersatz camera.]

[Many people have thought the same thing, Cowboy. You are not alone.]

He turns slowly, looking over his shoulder. There is nothing lonelier than a cowboy without a range.

[Aaaaaand back to the front again, shaking his head slowly...]

He shakes his head, wondering what has become of his life.

[... ... ... Experiment time: watching Abed and the ersatz camera from the corner of his eye, he strikes a match on his saddle horn, lights his cigarillo again, and starts the horse to walking again. Let's see what happens now...]

[Abed follows along.]

But pensive reflection is not his way. Life is what it is. So, striking a match and lighting his cigarillo, he continues on his way.

[And he pauses, turns in his saddle, and looks at him.]

And you're just...gonna keep following along?

I don't have anything else planned for the afternoon.

[A pause..............................]

All right.

[Resigned to his fate here.]

I'll admit, though, this kissing stuff ain't really my bag. Do you think you're gonna shoot anyone today?

[He takes the cigarillo out of his teeth, spits out the bitten-off paper scraps, contemplates the chewed end for a moment, then puts it back in his teeth.

He looks off into the distance.]

I might.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

[He was thinking of you when he said that, Abed.]

[But, whatever: contemplating the horizon...]

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