[He was going to keep his guitar with him, have a quick chat at most with the guys working, then have them be on their way. But, fuck it. It's only been a few hours, they have time to get wrapped up in whatever this is. Maybe they'll get something good out of it. Maybe.
He looks a little forlornly at his guitar, but yeah, it's fine where it is.]
Me, I'd rather talk to the guys working, 'cause I'm sure they know the area, they can tell us the best way to get movin' north again, hopefully meet back up with the freeway. I dunno about that train fulla freaky motherfuckers.
[And he's not really interested in standing around here debating it either, so he trots on ahead, hands in his pockets, toward the men moving cargo.]
Hey boys. Word around town is down here's where we can get some water for the road?
[One of the men, heavier and bearded, sets down a burlap sack full of something or other onto a wheelbarrow, and wipes his arm across his brow, while a few others glance their way.]
Aye, the pump's just around the corner there, past ol' Jack, see? Him wavin' with the hat. Just the two of you, or do ya have horses with you?
[Johnnie blinks at the unfamiliar accent. Irish? Scottish? He's bad at telling those apart. Something like that.]
Oh, no, just us. Don't think horses would really work out, where we're goin'.
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[He was going to keep his guitar with him, have a quick chat at most with the guys working, then have them be on their way. But, fuck it. It's only been a few hours, they have time to get wrapped up in whatever this is. Maybe they'll get something good out of it. Maybe.
He looks a little forlornly at his guitar, but yeah, it's fine where it is.]
Me, I'd rather talk to the guys working, 'cause I'm sure they know the area, they can tell us the best way to get movin' north again, hopefully meet back up with the freeway. I dunno about that train fulla freaky motherfuckers.
[And he's not really interested in standing around here debating it either, so he trots on ahead, hands in his pockets, toward the men moving cargo.]
Hey boys. Word around town is down here's where we can get some water for the road?
[One of the men, heavier and bearded, sets down a burlap sack full of something or other onto a wheelbarrow, and wipes his arm across his brow, while a few others glance their way.]
Aye, the pump's just around the corner there, past ol' Jack, see? Him wavin' with the hat. Just the two of you, or do ya have horses with you?
[Johnnie blinks at the unfamiliar accent. Irish? Scottish? He's bad at telling those apart. Something like that.]
Oh, no, just us. Don't think horses would really work out, where we're goin'.