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ᴊᴏsʜ ғᴀʀᴀᴅᴀʏ ([personal profile] peacemakers) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2017-01-18 07:38 pm (UTC)

[ A childhood back east means Faraday is used to snowfall, to the wind freezing against his face, turning his cheeks ruddy. These days, he’s grown accustomed to the warmer climes of California and Nevada, so when the two of them trekked out, felt the first few flakes of snow chilling against their skin, Faraday had laughed a little in surprise.

He laughed all the more at the sour look on Vasquez’s face.

The abandoned farmhouse is a godsend, especially since the cold seems to have put Vasquez in something of a mood. For Faraday’s part, several months removed from the battle of Rose Creek, the cold sets into his bones, makes his old wounds ache – though he keeps his complaints to himself. Faraday sends Vasquez off into the house while he takes care of their horses. The barn is a little rundown, but the walls are sturdy, and the ceiling doesn’t seem likely to collapse under a night’s worth of snow. Faraday piles their horses with blankets before he trudges back into the house.

He kicks the door shut behind him, chafing his hands together as he scans the cabin. When he catches sight of Vasquez, he puts on a small smirk. ]


Find any bodies?

[ He remembers all too well the story Chisolm had spun for him, finding Vasquez in a cabin like this one, rooming with a dead man. ]

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