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The White Dove Pt 18 - Science Chickadee

“I’m actually very good at driving reverse, that truck just came out over two curbs and a median,” you said making Isaiah as the Captain chuckle in the back of a van that Elektra was driving. On the floor sliding slightly in your spot between The Punisher and Luke Cage as Venom kept watch out the back window that had been blown out by a shotgun blast in your escape from one of the latest villain burst free from the Navy Seals the local police had been having trouble capturing. From a light pole near to a police station he was left dangling while you drove through a hail of cotton candy seals from your Baby Seal man, self proclaimed nemesis who was coating the city with to show the city who was the top Seal villain in town.

Isaiah replied, “Well that’s how it goes sometimes. Put people in a truck and something goes through their heads.” A loud crash on the roof had him look up and cover his head as Luke folded over you at the eye widening blast through the roof of the back of the van landing a five foot long cotton candy seal between all your feet. Soon met by more smaller than a foot in length from the baby seal mask clad man leaping from rooftop to rooftop shouting the oddest of limericks now firing his cotton candy at the Hulk. Banner who was inside a parking garage a few blocks back had been set off at an impact inside of his now dismantled car abandoned in its spot.

Elektra shouted from the front seat, “Misique, what did you do to get this guy obsessed with you?!”

“Well I certainly didn’t try!” you said making Venom chuckle as Eddie did.

“Sister complimented his mask upon their first meeting. There is an assumed camaraderie there.” Venom explained as Luke leaned back chuckling to himself.

“He jumped out of a third story window at me on the street!” you fired back, “I was trying to keep him from stabbing me with the giant whaling gun he stole from a museum!”

Isaiah laughed wiping his eyes nudging one of the seals away from his crossed legs, “I mean he’s not that bad.”

“He really isn’t,” Luke said looking up at the growing rain clouds.

The shift in the weather made Punisher say, “Looks like rain. Won’t have cotton candy seals in the city for long.”

A glass wrapped apple bubble blowing craft flew over the street making you all peer up at it and you say, “Huh, looks like someone robbed the Grimms again.”

“Last time that happened we ended up having to tear fairy tale mind control boxes from three boroughs they set off to have time to find their stolen rain coat.” Punisher growled.

Only for you and Venom to say, “Red hood,” you said making him look between you, “Little Red Riding Hood. They’re in a delusional reality but mainly harmless.”

Punisher said, “You weren’t the one having to play Goldilocks.”

“Oh boo,” Luke Cage said making you giggle, “You get to eat porridge, sit in chairs, sleep in beds then run off uneaten. Boo, I had to be Snow White, and you don’t know she has to dance in heated metal clogs in the original tale and I got snapped out half an inch before some guy in a scorpion suit was about to kiss me awake. Normally fine, but he insulted the necklace my little girl and wife chose for me.”

Elektra asked, “Your wife would be fine with that?”

“Hey! She got to dance with Hugh Jackman all night, me almost forced into kissing some rude guy with a tail is nowhere in the ballpark after her evening with that angel. Only way she’d be mad is if I got to kiss Hugh and she got the tail guy.”

Elektra chuckled saying, “Ferry in sight,” she said and turned to aim the van at the line for vehicles to load onto the ferry that ended up being full of people. All who looked you all over as you sat in the van with the back door now open to the van snacking on the seals with view of the ocean for the trip across the water.

Two days to Halloween now with costume chosen for the next game in the rest of your empty time post exam as allowed by Professor Octavius you sat inside his empty classroom at a desk piecing together your first assigned major project for your biology course.

Under a focused gaze rings of metal with plastic long tipped tools the inner mechanics of the matching rings were nestled to the perfect position to fix the problem you had with your metal model of what one ring would scan inside the other. Back together you fit the casing and with a metal giraffe statue settled inside the scanning ring and a stack of soda cans glued together with the Professor smirking in another stolen watch of progress that as the waves of concentrated power meant to shape the cans knocked the giraffe statue over into the scanning ring hovering between your palms. Back onto the desk you set the ring down and plopped your head onto your books groaning softly making your audience bite back his chuckles at the well known frustration of halfway productive projects.

A glance at the clock when you turned your head to the side however had you clear up and wave his way as you had to head to the subway to ride back to your Color Guard rehearsal. For those who were in the sparsely filled subway car eyes shifted your way to watch you sit down on the floor and unload the note filled notepad, rings, cans and statue you set across the empty bench on your right. Awkwardly you shifted to face in the prop of your left leg up to support your arm that would hold the notes. “Why do you keep falling over?” you muttered in Swedish flipping between pages in the half filled notepad just for this project. Written documentation that had to be turned in with the completed project when completed.

Subtle checks of settings on the scanning ring and just a glaring stare at the ring positioned around the giraffe statue had one of the men on the other end of the car creep closer at the scent of science being performed. To yourself you muttered the process of the experiment emphasized with taps of the pen in your hand to the notepad and your leg looking away only in a double take as Bill Nye crouched at your side asking, “Need a sounding board?”

“Sounding board,” you said then dropped your gaze to your notepad flipping a page before you dropped it repeating a bit more excited making him smile, “Sounding board!” Into your bag you looked fruitlessly for a coat you had forgotten inside your locker with your flag and rifle bag for your walk home. At him again you looked seeing his suit jacket open to not stress his buttons on it, “Can I borrow your jacket?”

“Oh, yes,” he said shifting out of it an arm at a time with an amused grin.

“I won’t hurt it,” you said and gladly he handed it to you watching you fold the top half down and guided him to hold the jacket around the ring with the cans now luring more on the car to watch what you were up to. Lit up again now the molding ring had a curtain around it the scanning ring began to hover between your palms on either side of it making him smile excitedly in watching lasers scan the giraffe that out of the cans with low crunching sounds a duplicate was created top to bottom. Down again mirroring the drop of the ring you had control of the second ring went to rest on the bench, freeing Bill to chuckle in a retraction of his jacket now rested across his thigh. Sparse applause and muttered compliments came from those around you through chuckles to your excited squeal and rapid pat of a hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Sounding board! It needs a curtain to concentrate it, you are brilliant, thank you!”

Again he chuckled and offered his hand in return, “Thank you, for allowing me to contribute. I’m Bill.”

“Hi, Pluto,” you said shaking his offered hand. “Oh this has been bugging me for a month now.” You said looking at the two statues and rings, the latter you powered off.

“So this is a portable duplicator?” He asked wanting to know more until his stop or yours.

“I actually want it to be a sort of portable MRI machine,” you said parting his lips. “There’s a way to focus the layers, I know it, to see the internal layers and split what the ring is printing off the scan because it works inside out. Just have to focus it on that.” Notes from your project were shared. And regrettably he had to get off after claiming a requested picture for his social feed that he met a fellow scientist on the train today mid epiphany with a tag for your page. For the rest of the ride as you cleaned up your things and started to read from one of your books printed offline to get through another chapter in the time left notices racked up on your phone.

Off the train you stood with printed book folded open in the bend of your arm against your books trotting through the taller crowd to get up the steps and onto the street. A woman in front of you also in a rush to beat the closing time to the bank with deposit bag in the bend of her arm fumbling with something in her bag had you huff at sight of the man who bumped into her arm stealing the bag he stuffed in the back of his pants. Without pause as he just passed you in a reach back rapidly you tore the waistband of his pants causing them to fall and stop him dead in his tracks with those around him to slow down at the instantly half naked man. Against your books you pinned the bag to get it out of sight. Leaving the disrobed man to look around after he snatched his torn pants up again to hold around his waist unable to shout his money bag he’d just stolen was stolen from him to the cops who walked over to him from their place on the corner outside the diner they’d just left.

Like clockwork the woman darted into an elusive bank whose guard outside the door as usual dreamily watched her pass him by in her usual flurry with member card in hand, only for him to snap back to focus and peer down at you when you came to stop in front of him. “That woman dropped this, in the fuchsia dress.” His hand folded around the bag and he nodded scanning his card to get inside the locked door as you continued on not wanting to wait.

Eyes fell upon the out of place guard who strolled up behind the woman and cleared his throat causing her to turn and dreamily smile up at the guard she had been working up the nerve to just say hello to for ages now. A glance back had him notice you were gone only to look at her in her jolt forward to hug him and insist on taking him for coffee after his shift when she noticed he had the deposit bag she hadn’t noticed she had dropped.

“YOU MET BILL NYE?!” was shouted across the practice field before rehearsals started from your friends who stood open mouthed later on at your explanation when rehearsal was over and they waited for their rides to arrive. Even if it was a ten minute conversation it was all they and the school the following day were buzzing about as the news exploded overnight.

Not two weeks later after another game you were racing out of sight still in costume puzzling the snack wielding SHIELD agents who were still dividing your games amongst themselves. “Where is she?” was whispered by Dr Connors and Dr Octavius who stood beside your unmanned boxed project with glances towards the MIT rep amongst others who were here to judge this competition that was a high percentage of your grade for the first half of the semester.

Isaiah Bradley, who had been told by his grandson of your meeting on social media and by you in person of your project shifted his gaze over the crowd himself only to grin as he said, “There she is,” to himself. An admission shared by the two relieved Professors who had to smirk at your full makeup and costume that was mostly concealed by your double breasted coat when you came to a stop at your table display. Underneath the table you settled your bags to assemble the project with an apologetic glance at the Professors who shifted on their feet to look over the stunningly simple assembly by how you had packed it all away including the folding board.

“Sorry, the game started late and some guy blocked the gate with his truck over something to do with a guy in a hotdog suit.” You explained readying the curtain smoothly between your fingertips that hooked as it should around the second ring. Teamed by a small camera on a tripod aimed so it could see over the top of the curtain you hooked by cable to the tv on a wheeled stand that Dr Octavius had found in storage the school said you could borrow for this demonstration as you didn’t have a tv to bring.

They smirked and you looked to Isaiah in his soft greeting, “Right on time, and you look lovely.”

“I’m a tigress, lovely doesn’t come to mind. I have a tail.” You said then smiled at the arriving judges who looked you over. “I came from a performance,” you explained hastily about your attire.

“Yes, Pluto here is still attending Midtown High as well.” Your Professor explained with a confident nod in a show of silent support your way to not be nervous and signal you to begin your demonstration after handing the judges their laminated folder wrapped copies of the project notes. While the curtain blocked view from straight on the tv showed that with metal shavings layer by layer under different currents of scans displayed the layers of an anatomy model of a ballistic gelatin human head. Which you bought from one of your contacts with the Grimm family who were amused to help out a budding scientist in need and short on funds.

Portable MRI and 3d printer was admirable and with contact to Doctors Without Borders the MIT rep seemed interested while the other judges were merely favorable in comments you guessed by their questions as they were known to tear poorly displayed projects apart. All the same an email address was taken and their card traded in return with little to feel possible to come out of the conversation when more exciting projects followed yours.

“Looks like you could use a good old American bacon cheeseburger.” Isaiah said making you grin. “My treat. If I had use of it I’d buy ten.” He said making you roll your eyes.

“I suppose if you can’t strap a gun to it no one cares.” You said making him smirk as you disassembled the camera you put in your bag leaving the rest after the rings were shut off.

“I care.” He said glancing at the two Professors who had been waiting for you stealing glances your way after they’d been called by the teacher to chat with the judges on thoughts of the project they had reached. Onto your shoulder you lifted your bags and he nodded his head, “Like I said, you just need some food in you.”

“Mind if I wash my face and change first?” You asked.

And he chuckled in a turn to head to the door on the far end of the vast room and people blocking the way to freedom, “And here I hoped to mark eating with a tigress off my bucket list.”

“I can find you a real tiger, subway is bad enough with the tail. Kids on the train had me sing their brother happy birthday from Tigger’s baby sister.” Making him chuckle as you shook your head unable to grin yourself for how tired and hungry you were.

“Now that’s adorable,” he said and outside the nearest bathroom he said, “I’ll be here.” And he waited for you to go in, change then use a set of wipes to wash your face paint off to hastily replace with subtle makeup afterwards. Just down the street you went to claim a booth inside a retro diner with big burgers and seasoned steak fries to go with large shakes for the meal you shared as well as a much needed gripe from you for how much you were looking forward to the holiday break coming up.

“How are your grades?” Isaiah asked and you sighed.

“4.2 at Midtown,” you said making him smirk a bit wider in your quick stolen sip of your milkshake, “And all A’s in Columbia. I just, I don’t know. Something’s-,”

Your eyes fell to your plate and you picked up another fry and he asked, “Any idea on a major yet?”

“No,” you grumbled splitting a smile across his lips.

“I was a gardener before the war,” he said making you look up at him. “I got good grades, worked hard in school. Made my Mamma proud.” He shook his head, “Just, wasn’t enough,” he tapped a finger to his chest, “In here, and I would get so mad,” he said with a chuckle causing your brow to tick up, “And my Mamma would send me out to the yard. ‘Mow the lawn. Pull those weeds. Go edge the walkway to my bench.’ Always had a chore to keep me out of trouble. Pretty soon she didn’t have to tell me and after I got my work done my Mamma would come home from work to find me building her a garden in the back,” he said with another chuckle making you grin. “I was a gardener,” he said tapping his chest again, “That was my spark. My passion. You’ll find yours, when you least expect it. So keep your head up and those eyes open.” You nodded and he said, “And I would guess we have another half hour before they give out those ribbons.”

“I think it’s bull,” you said making his brows pop up as you covered your mouth full of a bite of your burger, “Statue, of a bull.”

“Oh,” he said then paused, “Now that’s stupid,” he said making you giggle around your mouthful to his chuckle. “What does a bull have to do with a science fair unless it’s on ways to improve the life of cattle? Swear they got too much time on their hands.”

“We should tell them to plant some gardens.” You muttered as he took a bite of his own burger.

“Do them some good.” He mumbled back as you took another sip of your shake.

Finished eating and washed up after a trip to the bathroom back to the campus you walked and entered the project with more double takes over your lace dress clad self with just the jacket the same after you had removed your costume and heavy makeup. Back at your project the two Doctors were glad to see you fed and changed and in time for the final round of deliberation before the presentation of awards. With plenty of time for them to share the footage Otto collected of the final project that caught on fire that left a charred table after the flames were put out. From your Professor at least for your things you received a copy of the grade sheet with an A+ on it and his personal notes. Then with the crowds you watched the top three projects being awarded the crystal bull statues with your project among four more that gained a sort of diploma looking laminated honorable mention that you settled inside the box with your project.

Dr Connors chuckled watching you pack up and said, “If it weren’t for some flashy sparks and strobe effects for Bramble’s project you would have gotten third.”

Dr Octavius said, “We’ve all been there, I have about fifty of those laminated sheets stuffed throughout my library,” he accented with a chuckle.

“I’m not upset, it needs more work. I wanted it more than holographic copy so doctors could hold it and turn it over.”

“Oh I understand,” Dr Connors said, “I do. Perhaps in some more work the field around the creating ring might be able to function without the curtain.” Making you nod.

“That’s top of my list. I’ll figure it out,” you said forcing a chuckle, “For now, I got to get home, early shift tomorrow.”

“Get some rest,” they both said watching you hoist up your bags and the box to head home with Isaiah still at your side leaving them to conference amongst themselves on who he was and how you knew him outside of being a possible older mentor of some sort you had met sometime.

“What did I miss?” Eddie said racing up with a panting breath, “Damn traffic from that overturned bus on the bridge caught me up.”

“Honorable mention,” you said and his lip curled up in a click of his tongue as he took hold of your box.

“Oh boo, rigged,” he said and turned to take your side as you let out a chuckle walking with him to the parking lot he had ran from so he could drive you home after this.

“Flashy lights and a tiny trebuchet.” You replied.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “What are they? Birds? Centuries we’ve had those, we need tiny metal models of things we can fit in a scanner. You could make a trebuchet in seconds with your scanner,” he said making you and Isaiah chuckle. “Whole fleet of them. We’re still having hot fudge brownies in spite of their repetitive selves.”

A call from his family had Isaiah off to head home with a hug your way and pat on the back to Eddie who held the box as you settled on the back of the bike to take hold of it between your belly and his back for the ride home. This time at your place he had left the desserts earlier you spent the rest of the time in the evening that you needed to wind down until he left.

Having tucked you in bed to get some rest and let himself out locking up behind him with his copy of your key that for his birthday was the best gift of trust you had in him he cherished along with the ladybugs painted across it to not misplace his most precious of keys in his possession.

‘Fetch Your Hammers’ just one of the headlines all across the country as banks had been convinced that leaving empty abandoned buildings all around the country and rundown houses was bad for the market. Funds from the purged masses so far had been just gone and assumed to have been stolen entirely, however now the world knew that it had been set aside all this time for the betterment of the communities with enforcements on what exactly it could be spent on.

Since poorly conditions of abandoned buildings made buyers less inclined to purchase them either repairs or ordered demolish dates were named city by city to warn those who lived there of when they would be disturbed by the noise. With the loss of empty decrepit structures police hoped that crime would drop and people in cities hope their lives would improve alongside new interest in eyesores that could become something more. Money now spent not on the politicians who were visibly up in arms on the news was hoped to be a good investment by the banks for resale or renting later.

Unlike the year before your turkey day break instead of alone after the parade you were at Eddie’s place reading over his latest draft of a story he was stuck on as he gave a read over one of your assigned essays to try and make it even.

All of your books printed or otherwise for school were littered with notes on spare slips of paper and were easy to recheck to refresh confusion on facts so at least that stress was off your shoulders now you felt prepared for the next semester’s class. Including a new couple to fill the gap from the classes that were only a semester long when January rolled around. It seemed every other day you were in new classes as both courses at Midtown and Columbia had alternating schedules, the latter enabling you to mark off a good chunk of your required credits for the time you had available.

“Careful there, little Chickadee, they’re coming back.” The caretaker with a southern drawl, brushed back silver hair and thick mustache wearing worn trousers and vest in brown atop a wrinkled shirt and cowboy boots said removing his hat to rest his arm holding it atop the shovel he had been carrying now propped upright in the ground. Smack in the middle of a snow coated graveyard you had fallen from the sky like a lit up comet after being snatched off the street in New York.

Across your back a brown horse plopped making you let out a soft squeak as a truck with spotlights on the back came driving through the graveyard down the row the Caretaker was standing on. “Old man! You seen any comets round here?!” An equally as thick drawled voice shouted the distance though without the gravely tone to it.

“That what that was?” The Caretaker asked ruffling a hand through his hair, “Can’t say that I have. But you boys let us know when you find it. Love some news on space rocks when I can find it.” He said grinning at the men on the truck who shifted the spotlight to his horse now rolled on its back enjoying the snow.

“What’s wrong with that horse?”

Caretaker shook his head, “Not a thing, just loves the snow.” He said adding his hat back onto his head in the start of their drive away.

When they were gone he cleared his throat and the horse popped up allowing him to watch you let out a puff of air and sit up on the side of your leg to look around you enabling a snatch of your bolero hat and rainbow faux fur purse out of the snow beside you. Still in your navy double breasted jacket over your long sleeved grey dress matching your wedge platform grey booties tied by a magenta ribbon in the front matching your bag nothing else about you had changed except for where you were since being snatched. Quick onto your feet you popped up brushing your coat and black tights off as he said, “Normally my horse doesn’t take to people, but he likes you.”

“Well, he likes apples, I smell like apples and honey. Not a stretch.” You said looking at him making him give you a curious grin seeing your purple eyes light up in the moonlight through the gently falling snow.

“Were you gonna tell me what caused you to fall out of the sky? I certainly don’t see any wings on you, explaining the sharp drop. But you seem mainly intact even with the ball of fire you gave off.”

“I’m not in New York, am I?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Not from New York by that accent either I wager.” His hand outstretched that had you reach out in return to accept the gesture. “Carter Slade, but everyone calls me Caretaker round here.”

“Pluto Pear,” you said making him chuckle.

“Now now, no need to share your given name if you don’t feel inclined. Have some hot soup and tea inside if you’re hungry.” He said releasing your hand to turn back to his cottage.

“I’m always hungry.” You muttered making him smile a bit wider to himself. “Where am I?”

“Lonestar State,” he replied opening the door he reached to let you inside what felt to be a time capsule with nothing proving to be older than from what you could guess was the Great Depression era. At the radio he turned the dial silencing the replay of the notice on the airwaves for the search for the comets that had been falling from the sky all night, “People been looking out all night for rocket ships, or comets, something coming from the stars. Didn’t know a Chickadee like you would be falling down to be with us I suppose.” He chuckled on his way to grab the filled aged kettle he added to the stove burner he switched on to heat it.

Without watch of him you couldn’t help but walk to the displayed calendar that made you ask, “You have a newspaper?”

Over at him you turned your head to see him turn and grab the paper off the table he crossed the room to hand you, “Few days old, don’t get to town much past for a slice of pie at Shelly’s Inn.”

“December 21, 1938,” you muttered and had to look up and turn away to keep from passing out, “It’s 1938…”

“24th now, something special happen 1939?” he asked with an amused tone that had you sigh.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

You said only making him smile wider and rumble in a move to his table he eased a chair out for you, “Give me a try, Chickadee, might be surprised.”

Over the soup and tea you shared the tale of being snatched off the street in your time by some crystal caped man, whose arms felt like snow, without warning and shoved into a capsule thing before you found yourself plummeting into a graveyard to be plopped on by a horse. Brows raised he stared at you dumbfounded expecting possibly a female Ghost Rider like him who had made a deal with the Devil only to be upended by this new creature who had fallen into his life. “You don’t seem as confident now,” you said taking a sip of your tea.

“I thought this conversation was going to go a whole ‘nother way, and honestly I was hoping you’d be another Rider dropped my way.”

Lowering your cup you said, “I’m 15, if you’re assuming I would be riding anything other than a vehicle or a horse-,”

He shook his head, “No, no,” and rested a hand on his chest, “I didn’t mean to be taken as sly. No, since you were so honest I will share my other name with you, Ghost Rider.”

“Oh, they have superheroes in the 30’s too? I haven’t heard of you.”

“And it’s a good thing that too.” He said letting out a chuckle. “Back some century ago and some change I was a Texas Ranger,” his story melted out of him as you continued to finish eating the soup and the tea between sips on his own tea. “Mighty good thing you haven’t heard of the likes of me, means you’ve kept clear of demons.”

“I’m not Christian, met plenty others would call demons. Even a Hell Lord named Miphisto once who a friend says Mephistopheles was sourced off himself.” You said parting his lips, “Also met Heimdall, not sure how up to date on Norse myths you are.”

“Reckon not very up to date at all.” He said grinning again. “You’re a Pagan then.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t eat people.”

“I wouldn’t have much meat on my bones anyways.” He joked and asked, “What do you think you might do now? Can’t imagine you have much in that bag of yours to live off of.”

“I’ve lived off less,” you said and repeated, “1938…” Across the headline for a Welterweight Boxing tournament your eyes danced until you lifted the paper.

“You like boxing? Heard even that Stark fella is gonna be in town for the tournament. Winner’s gonna be in some parade tomorrow straight through Dallas.” At the mention of a familiar name you lifted the paper a bit more off the table causing him to lean in a bit closer, “What caught your eye?”

“James Barnes…” you read and set the paper down, “Do you have a car?”

“I have Banshee. He gets me where I need to go.”

“I need to steal a car,” you said setting the paper down to stand up making him do the same, “I have to get to Dallas.”

“Long ride to Dallas, car or no car Banshee will you there faster.” Fetching his leather jacket he eased on with his hat he moved to the door where he grabbed his shotgun, “I know the lay of the land, be an honor to help you find the way.”

“Well he did say he was fast, I’ll give it a chance,” you said making him chuckle as you passed him by.

“He said?”

“Though his share of the history was a bit more colorful,” you said widening his grin as he watched a glittering yellow mist around your extended palm that dropped an apple seed pulled from your bag sprouted an apple tree. Sight of the rare snacks had Banshee snicker gleefully to trot over to it in the blossom of flowers across the branches that grew out to bright red apples. Up on his hind legs Banshee reared up to snatch an apple off the tree he chomped proudly and reared up to grab another then moved to press his head into your chest for thanks.

“Thought you might need some fuel for the ride ahead.” You said stroking the sides of his head now pulled back so he could snatch up another apple he ate in a giddy trot to the path where Carter could help you up onto his back. Under a branch you held your open bag to catch a few apples the branches let loose of for you.

“Best you sit in front of me so I can make sure you don’t fly off.” He said taking hold of your waist to sit you on the saddle where you carefully eased your leg over and adjusted the skirt across your lap as he set a foot in the stirrup to climb on himself. Behind you he settled and handed you the shotgun in his hand so he could take the reigns as his hands lit up on fire same as his now visible skull. Right after Banshee ignited into a flame breathing skeleton and let out a plume of fire to the start of a growing race towards Dallas that had you hold your hat to your belly to not lose it. Faster and faster he sped onwards through cities and streets that blurred by with only flaming hoof marks left to follow the path taken.

Pt 19

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