[Old West]

[onlyforthedream]

It's somewhere Bucky's always wanted to go. Timeless wonder, my dad used to say. I can hear the words clear as day, even though my mind had been elsewhere at the time of the discussion. When Bucky told me he wanted to be a park ranger. It doesn't just seem like another lifetime, I think it officially is one.

Having been to the real thing, I have to say, the island's created a 1:1 copy. The fact that I was startled out of my thoughts by it is the reason I'm in front of Bucky's place with two fully loaded packs and a borrowed horse.

If anyone needs to get out of their thoughts, even if just for a few minutes, it's Bucky.

"Bucky!" I call, rapping a hand briefly on the door to the homestead.

"Come on, we're burning daylight!"

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[onlyforthedream]

I vault easily up into the saddle and pull the horse's head around, heading him for the track of dust that passes for a road this far south of the town center. I brought two wrapped parcels of bread, the first of the day, and whatever the kitchen crew wrapped up at my request. They didn't seem too surprised to see someone there that early, but I was grateful all the same. I offer one of the plain brown wrapped packages to Bucky, holding it out across the space between our horses.

[onlyapassenger]

Bucky arches a brow, but accepts the package the same as he did the rest, tucking it away for now.

"That it or can we get a move on to your mystery spot?"