School Grounds, Wednesday afternoon

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After the two boys were handwavily gremlin bit earlier in Chris' room, Jack Johnny and Ennis Chris headed outdoors to get to work and do what need's doin' to gather the herd and keep 'em secure on Crackback Mountain.

It was just that Johnny was a bit confused and glancin' over at Chris told him that the ranch hand was pretty much in the same boat.

"Ah, hell, Chris, I don't be seein' them heffer's 'round, do you? And the good Lord strike me dead if this here be Crackback Mountain. I'll be a yankee sumbitch if these here hills be called mountains."

Hands on hips, he glared at the ground.

"You thinkin' real hard over there or are you just as confused as I am?"

[ooc: Chris and Johnny have been, with permission, gremlin bit that was handwavily done. Welcome to Brokeback Mountain, Fandom style. Woot! Feel free to notice, gander, or just plain wtf at the boys.]

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"I don't know, Johnny," Chris drawled. "This here ain't no Crackback Mountain, that's for sure. How much did we drink last night?"

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Johnny cracked a grin, "I reckon you drank more'n I did, that's for sure. Thought you's was gonna sing to them stars last night."

He paused and kicked at the ground. "I'd a been mighty jealous too."

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Chris glanced around to make sure no one heard them. "You gotta quit sayin' stuff like that in public," he reminded Johnny. "This place feels wrong. It ain't home."

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"Ah, hell, Chris, ain't no one around. Quit gettin' them drawers of yours all bunched up," Johnny said, though he kept his tone low.

"I don't even smell no heffers."

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"I don't either," Chris realized, taking a few deep whiffs of the air. "How the hell did we end up here? Wherever here is."

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"I don't know but you know, it ain't half bad. Not near as cold as I was thinkin' it'd be." He sniffed. "Got a smoke?"

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Chris nodded and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his impossibly tight jeans.

Where the cigarettes, jeans and hats came from was anyone's guess.

He slid the matchbook out of the pack and handed it over to Johnny. "It is warm," he agreed. "I reckon it'll be nice camping out tonight."

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Johnny's eyes crinkled at the outter edges as he inhaled sharply, tossing the matchbook back to Chris with a nod of thanks. His eyes, smooth and warm, slid over Chris appreciatively before he looked back at the land stretched out for miles before him.

"Might reckon we could get us a good dip in that lake o'er yonder too," he commented, pointing off towards the distance.

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Chris lit himself a cigarette before shoving the pack back in his pocket. "Been a while since we got to do that," he agreed, smirking a little at the memories.

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"Too long," Johnny mumbled irritably.

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"Well, I reckon if we can't find those heffers, we may as well take some time to enjoy ourselves 'fore we head back and face the music 'bout losin' the herd," Chris said. "Maybe there's a decent honky-tonk in this town."

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Johnny quirked an amused brow. "I think that's the most you've said in the last two days."

He shook his head and tossed his smoke to the ground, shoving the heel of his boot against the still burning ashes. "I could do me honkey-tonk. You gonna dance with me, Chris?"

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Chris took a long drag on his cigarette and shook his head. "Dunno, Johnny," he said, exhaling. "Don't much feel like gettin' into a brawl tonight."

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Conveniently, Wyatt happened to be walking by. He stopped short at the sight of the two "cowboys," especially when he realized his brother was one of them. "Is there a costume party or something I don't know about?" he said. "And what the hell is with the cigarette?"

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"Pansy-ass," he quipped. "You always been a chicken shit like that, ain't ya?" But Johnny was grinning, the cut-down nothing more than a blatant attempt to get Chris to poke at him.

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"Ah, hell," Johnny muttered and turned slightly to the side. No one else should be up here! Ah freakin' hell!

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Chris looked disdainfully at the newcomer. He certainly didn't look like no cowboy.

"We're tryin' to work here," he replied, taking another drag on his cigarette. "You ain't by chance seen a lost herd of heffers, have ya?"

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Anders had no idea why he'd decided it would be fun to make himself some microwave popcorn and then go take his Glider out for a ride this afternoon, but he'd later consider it one of his Best Ideas Ever.

Even more fortunately, he'd also taken Zero's constant admonishments about documenting events to heart, and happened to have his video camera on him.

He sat down comfortably on the Glider with popcorn in lap and camera in hand, grinning. A lot.

And yes, the camera was running.

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"Just coz I have things I'd rather be doin' than savin' your ass from a bunch of closed-minded cowboys?"

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"Get that contraption outta here!" Chris admonished. "You'll scare away the heffers."

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"Cute," Wyatt said, then reached out to snatch the cigarette away from Chris.

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"Last time I checked, you like my ass," Johnny said with a chuckle and stepped aside. Chris had a mean swing when he wanted to.

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"Nice outfit," Wyatt smirked. "Savannah dressed up as a cowgirl?"

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"Damn! People's comin' outta nowhere's! Hey! Buddy, get they hell outta here! Unless you've seen some heffers round here? We gotta round 'em up."

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Chris smirked. "I reckon I do."