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Post by Marvin Morales on Apr 2, 2012 15:06:08 GMT -8
After walking for a bit from the Darling Tack Shop to Silver Creek Ranch, Marvin walked right onto the property and began admiring all the beauty the ranch had to offer. Upon the arrival to the house, Marvin was not only thinking about the women from the tack shop, but also the people who resided in Tombstone. How different all the people where and the kinds of characters live here. He thought to himself that "this place is basically a circus and we all the freaks entertaining normal people." This was mostly a random thought that popped in his head to generally entertain himself until he arrived at the house. When Marvin did arrive at the house he walked right up the front door knocked on it for a little bit while waiting for someone to answer the door.
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Post by Lucas S. Gibbs on Apr 2, 2012 17:34:42 GMT -8
Behind the man a young woman walked up. "Who are you?" she asked, as the door opened, and a young boy, with blonde hair (like the woman), looked out. "If your lookin' for lucas, he's over there. We've got calves that need branding." she said, moving past the man and inside. The boy continued to stare at the man, as if reading him in a way. which he was, but that was beside the point. He glanced back at his sister. She had always been an odd one, and her beauty was... odd as well. "I'm Richy. LUCAS!" he called. A blonde head perked up out of one of the pens, and turned to look at them. You could say he was handsome, more rustic, and rougish, than your normal man. He climbed out of the pen, and almost instantly a black mare made her way towards them, which wouldn't have been noticed really. She'd been pretending to be in a paddock for a reason.
Lucas reached out and touched the mare as they headed towards Richy and the man. She snorted in annoyance once they got there, and he held out his hand. "Lucas Gibbs, I'm assuming this was why you called Rich?" the boy nodded and closed the door. "What can I do for you?"
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Post by Marvin Morales on Apr 10, 2012 14:09:21 GMT -8
While looking at the family and their house, Marvin though to himself that these people look like a regular American family and their house would be something that he would buy if he had the money. Marvin then greeted Lucas Gibbs politely while also looking at the black mare." Well hello there Lucas Gibbs. My name is Marvin Morales. I am a local blacksmith from these here parts and I was wondering if you and your family would be interested in purchasing some of my horseshoes. They would definitely be beneficial to you and your black mare there."
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Post by Lucas S. Gibbs on Apr 12, 2012 12:03:08 GMT -8
The mare snorted angrily. And what gives you the idea I need shoes? the magical mare tossed her head and turned, cantering off. Lucas chuckled. "Ignore her. She's a brat. So, your selling shoes. Got some that you can show me?" the tall blond man asked, brown eyes reserved, but his smile quick. He pushed the door open. "Richard, get the hell away from the door." he snapped. The boy did as he was ordered, and the door swung open.
"Come in." he said slipping inside. The blonde girl could be seen for a moment then she disapeared. Richy looked like a younger version of the man. Though at eighteen and thirteen they weren't father and son... which for some reason people always guessed. An older woman came in.
"Lucas? Who is this handsome young man?" it was impossible to not like the woman before them. She was spry, obviously a working woman, with her homespun dress (she hardly wore it, but today she was working around the house, not with the horses.) She smiled at the latino man.
"Grandma this is Marvin Morales. He's trying to sell me horseshoes." he grinned a little, and the old woman sighed.
"Food it is then. I'll be back soon sugar."
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