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The man slipped his shirt off and tossing it aside, the slight breeze cooling him as sweat dotted on his skin, a bead rolling down his chest and continuing down his abs, finishing reparing a section of the fence before continuing onto the next section. |
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"That's the cattle fencing." She warned. |
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"I know," He called, grabbing his materials before starting. |
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She just went back to mucking stalls, laying down straw, and shavings as the bedding. |
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Marco glanced up at the cattle pen, seeing the herd moving and invisioning him and Donnie on horses, roping a few. A snap of rope. A cry for help. Hooves slamming into something beside the ground without care. The agonizing sounds he had made as he died in Marco's arms. He blinked, seeing no such thing had happened, it was just open plains with cattle. The man returned to fencing. |
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She noticed him as the cattle walked right into their barn, not giving Marco anything more than a few curious moos and looks. |
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Marco ran a hand down his face, continuing to fix the fencing. One of the bulls ran towards him, the man simply glancing up before returning back to what he was doing. |
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A few tiny ass little calves lowed and moo'd, (almost put mood) watching him curiously. |
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"If you bite that wire I swea--dio Santo! Don't bite the wire!" He mused, pushing one of their heads away. |
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A little heifer, a black Angus female calf, lowed, licking him, and nuzzling him affectionately. |
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Epic Blizzard ! Stock up on Supplies
