Chapter 11

The sun was shining down on the cozy town of Ponyville and the ponies were still in their usual happy moods and warm atmospheres. A few weeks ago, Ponyville was still a place of welcome and positive vibes, despite the occasional miscreant who wanted to stir up trouble. However, it would seem that everyone was in a more chipper mood than usual ever since their new sheriff came to town. Speaking of which, never would he have ever expected to don the badge of the law and become a sort of go to stallion whenever someone needed his help. Arthur was making his usual rounds through town and slowly walked along with a hand in his pocket. Today he wore a nice grey button up, light blue jeans, and black leather suspenders. The sheriff merely walked along and tipped his hat to any pony who waved to him and saw the occasional mare or two who gazed at him dreamily. Arthur was no fool when it came to women and their affections, especially when his thoughts trailed to the night he spent with Johanna.

He pulled his hat over his face a little as he began to think about the special moment they shared. It was a little unforeseen, and it felt a tad strange for the gunslinger to kiss a pony like her. But, on the other hand, it also felt so right, as if she was someone who understood him and wanted to spend time with him, despite his true nature. The thought of her beautiful blue eyes staring back at him made him smile a little more as he pulled his hat up once again. There would come a time when he would have to return her feelings, and something told him that moment was well on its way.

“Guess there’s still some feelings left in this old heart of mine,” Arthur hummed to himself. His thoughts were soon interrupted when he caught sight of a familiar group of kids walking together and conversing with one another. “Howdy there, kids, what’re y’all up to?”

The Cutie Mark Crusaders turned to see who greeted them. All four of them smiled and waved at the sheriff. “Howdy Arthur, have you caught any bad ponies today yet?” Apple Bloom asked him.

“Naw, things have been nice and quiet,” Arthur said as he kneeled down in front of them. “I recall y’all got a pretty hefty amount of sweet treats from Nightmare Night. Y’all keep in mind about yer teeth and such, ya hear?”

“Duh! We know not to eat all our candy in one night!” Scootaloo responded and grimaced with a shudder. “Not since we had that Candy Challenge with Pinkie Pie to get our Candy Eaters Cutie Marks…”

“Pfft, that sure sounds like a party,” Arthur chuckled. He then looked over to Pipsqueak and reached up to tussle his har. “And how’s your day been, son? Hanging out with these gals and such?”

Pipsqueak nodded with a small smile on his face. “My day’s going alright, Mr Morg-Arthur,” he corrected himself and chuckled a little. “They’re helping me find my cutie mark, and hopefully theirs too.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll find yours in no time,” Arthur nodded as he stood up. “From what I hear, it takes patience to find what you’re good at. I learned that lesson very early on in my life, and I ain’t even got one of them marks,” he admitted as he gestured to his shoulder.

Silence followed after Arthur’s words were spoken. You could hear a cricket in the background. All the foals’ eyes were the size of pins as they dropped their jaws.

“WHAT?!” the fillies and Pipsqueak shouted out first and ran towards the sheriff just short of stopping an inch before him.

“You don’t have your cutie mark yet?!” Sweetie Belle questioned him.

“But-but-but you’re an adult pony!” Scootaloo added.

“Hate to break it to y’all,” Arthur sighed as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his blank shoulder. “But I speak the truth.”

“That’s crazy! No offense, but how in Equestria have you gone this long in your life without having a cutie mark?!” Pipsqueak asked.

“It’s…a long story, but I never really let it bother me none,” the gunslinger shrugged as he rolled his sleeve back down. “It ain’t that much to fuss over.”

All three fillies and colt shook their heads simultaneously. “No no no no no! It is a big deal! A cutie mark is important for everypony, to know what their purpose in their lives are and a sign of transitioning from adolescence to adulthood!” Sweetie Belle shouted, with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Huh?” Scootaloo uttered out. “You’re using those big words again, Sweetie…”

“Oh read a book!”

“But we tried to be librarians, readers and writers cutie marks!” Apple Bloom replied.

Sweetie Belle facepalmed with a sigh. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Easy there now,” Arthur raised his hands defensively. “Y’all don’t gotta be so upset about it. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine with myself and not too shaken about the fact that I don’t got a mark. Besides, why should I need it to define who I am? I’ll tell ya why, ‘cause I already know who I am. I’m Arthur Morgan, sheriff of Ponyville, and just your average stallion trying to get by with each passing day.”

The foals were all a little caught off guard at the gunslinger’s words and weren’t exactly sure how to react. They had spent months trying to figure out what their cutie mark could be and had a large list as to what could possibly be their special talent. This was the first time they had met anyone, an adult no less, who admitted to not worrying about not having a cutie mark. It was unheard of, to say the least, but Arthur’s calm smile seems to speak volumes of his case.

“You really don’t mind not having a cutie mark?” Pipsqueak inquired.

“Nope, wouldn’t really matter to me if I never got one.”

“But what if other ponies say mean stuff about you?” Sweetie Bell asked.

“There’s an old saying where I’m from: sticks and stones hurt, but names are just words.”

Apple Bloom hummed and tapped her chin with her finger. “I know!” she said with a snap of her fingers. “Why don’t ya join us, Arthur?! We were about to try hair-dressing and get our hairdresser cutie marks!”

“Hey yeah! That’s a great idea!” Scootaloo said. “You could even be an honorary member of the crusaders!”

“Hair dressing? I don’t think so, not really my style.” Arthur shook his head. “As for joining your little group, not sure I’d fit with hanging around a group of kids. No offence, but it might appear strange for a grown-up like me.”

The cutie mark crusaders looked at each other. “Oh… right,” they said simultaneously. “Well, we'll see you soon Arthur!” they said and ran off into town. “C’mon Pip, you joining us?” Scootaloo.

Pipsqueak just waved his hands and shook his head. “Not really my cup of tea, either,” he replied with a sweatdrop on his forehead.

“Alright, see ya!” Scootaloo bid farewell to the colt and stallion who were left to their own devices.

“Don’t you wanna get your cutie mark, Pip?” Arthur asked the colt.

“Yeah, but hairdressing? That’s too girly, if you ask me.”

Arthur chuckled and reached down to tussle his hair. “Guess we’re both stuck with each other then, huh?” Pipsqueak smiled as an idea came to the gunslinger. “Hey Pip, have you ever been fishing?”

“Fishing?” Pip asked. “I’ve never gone fishing before…”

“Well how’s about I show ya?” Arthur offered. “Come by the lake a little in the afternoon, I’ll teach you one of the many hobbies I enjoy. What do ya say?”

Pip shrugged. “Sure, why not?” he replied.

“Great, I’ll catch you later, Pip,” Arthur waved goodbye. As he left, Pipsqueak felt a certain warmth in his chest that he couldn’t make heads or tails of. He felt excited about Arthur’s offer and was looking forward to spending time with him.

Arthur’s rounds continued on and as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. His trek soon passed by the town hall where he saw the mare who had been on his mind, outside with a clipboard in her hand. She was talking to a couple other ponies and Arthur felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her. Her soft mane and pretty blue eyes made the gunslinger smile as he straightened his shirt and took off his hat.

“Erhem…afternoon, Johanna,” Arthur greeted as he brushed his mane back with his hand.

Johanna, otherwise known as Mayor Mare, beamed with her cheeks red from a sudden blush. “Arthur! Hi!” she greeted the sheriff and cleared her voice with a light cough. “How are you doing today?” she asked him, while batting her eyelids and a demure smile on her face.

“Oh I’m quite alright,” Arthur shrugged. “Just making my rounds as per usual. So uh, about that night we shared, it sure was something, huh?”

“Indeed it was,” Johanna giggled before she straightened herself. “So, are you done with your rounds today?”

“Just about to finish up,” Arthur smiled but then thought of an idea. “Johanna, are you free by the end of this week?”

“Supposedly, why?” she asked him.

“I’d like to take ya to dinner, just the two of us, if you don’t mind?”

Johanna gasped with her cheeks becoming warmer by the minute. “Absolutely! I-I mean,” she coughed a little. “Yes, I think I should be free for you,” Johanna said and pulled out a journal, opened and squinted her eyes when she reached a page that signaled the end of the week. “Yes, I’m free for you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Arthur smiled as he put his hat back on. “Whelp, back to it.”

“Oh Arthur!” Johanna called out before the gunslinger walked away. She fidgeted in place for a moment as her cheeks reddened more and quickly leaned in to peck him on the cheek, surprising him. “That was for the night we shared.”

Arthur held his cheek where she kissed as she walked away with a slight sway in her step. He blinked but soon smiled as he went to continue his rounds. Needless to say, Arthur was very much looking forward to the end of the week.

The day dragged on until it was late in the afternoon and little Pipsqueak was skipping rocks on the edge off the lake. He had kept his promise to meet Arthur here for this activity called fishing but didn’t know why he was looking forward to it so much.

“Hey Pip!”

The colt looked up to see Arthur’s smiling face as he carried with him two poles in his hand.

“Hey there son, I make you wait long?”

Pip’s smile faltered a little before he shook his head. “No you didn’t,” he replied and cocked his eyebrow at the poles Arthur was carrying. “What exactly are we going to do with those, Arthur?” he asked and pointed to the fishing rods.

“I’ll show ya,” Arthur smirked as he placed one of them down on the ground and handed one to Pip. He then reached into his satchel and pulled out a dead grasshopper and tied it to the string hanging off the end of the pole. “Now, a good friend of mine once told me that fish are crazy about these little critters, and can’t get enough of them. So we’re gonna use them to catch us some fish.” Arthur kneeled behind Pip and helped him with his movements. “See, you just pull your arms back like this, and then throw them forward to cast off.” Pip did as he was told and flung his arms forward, making the bait fly through the sky until it landed in the water. “Now I’m gonna do the same with my pole. If you feel a tug, spin that-there lever on the bottom, but don’t tug too hard. You wanna be careful when reeling in the fish.”

“Alright,” Pip replied and waited for a fish to bite. A few minutes passed by without even a nibble. “Arthur, are you sure this is how fishing works?” he asked the stallion, who just stood there with his fishing rod in both his hands.

“Trust me, all you gotta do is have patience,” Arthur winked as they continued to stand at the edge. A few minutes passed and Pip was beginning to lose faith in this activity.

Pip sighed. “Arthur, I really don’t think-”

Yank!

Just as he spoke, Pip’s rod jerked forward making the colt panic as he tried to pull it back.

“Hoo boy! You got one! Quick, reel it in!” Arthur cheered as he set his pole aside again to help Pip.

Pip did as he was told and started to reel the fish in. “It’s pulling really strong!” he grunted and tried to reel it in some more but found it more difficult with each passing second.

“Steady now, steady!” Arthur coached as he placed his hands on his shoulders. “You got this Pip, I’m right here. I ain’t going nowhere until you haul that sucker in. Relax, make it all worthwhile.”

As he held onto the rod, Pip wrestled with his fish and continued to reel it in. As soon as it reached the shallow end, he saw the size of the fish. The colt gave one final pull of the rod and nearly fell backwards. Fortunately, Arthur was there to catch him before he hit the ground. With a few blinks, the colt looked at his hooves where the fish landed. It looked to be a largemouth bass as it flopped on the edge with the string sticking out of its mouth.

“Is that…?” Pip asked, feeling a growing excitement in his chest.

“Hot damn! Look at this whopper!” Arthur grinned as he stood up and picked the fish up by the string. “Ya did it Pip! He’s a real beast, I’ll tell you what!”

Pip huffed and looked at his prize that was being held by the older stallion. “Thanks, Arthur…” he replied. “Um,” he uttered out and turned his head to the older pony. “What do we do with it now?” he asked.

“Now we let this feller go,” Arthur said as he gently pulled the string from the fish’s mouth and placed it in the water. The fish felt the water fill its lungs and quickly swam away from the shore. “That oughta do it, so what did you think of your first-” Arthur was cut off when he noticed Pip looking down with a sad frown as small tears formed in his eyes. “Woah, hey, what’s wrong son?” Arthur faced the colt and kneeled down in front of him. “The fish is fine, see? It swam back into the water.”

Pip quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and beamed at Arthur. “Oh, I’m ok!” he replied. “It’s just…I ‘ve never done something like this before…at least not with my friends…” he mumbled the last part, hoping Arthur didn’t hear it.

Arthur sighed as he sat down and gestured for Pip to do the same and he did so. “I’m gussin’ you never done this with your old man either?” Pip frowned and nodded. “Look, son, I want you to know that you’re never alone around here. You got some pretty nice friends already and you’re as bright a kid I ever met.”

“Really?”

“Well sure. Matter of fact, I could tell you’re something special on account you managed to haul a whopper like that fish.” Pip giggled as Arthur reached up to pat his head. “You’re a good kid, Pip, real good. And if you want, we can go fishing like this whenever you want. I’ll even teach you how to hogtie with a lasso or make little trinkets for you and your friends, what do ya say?”

Pip tilted his and arched his brow at the last words spoken. “You mean with a rope? Like Miss Applejack does? I know she enters quite a few rodeos and wins a lot of blue ribbons.”

“That right? Well these little lessons can be between you and me. Think of it as a personal hang out between friends.”

“We’re really friends?” Pip asked as a wide smile formed across his muzzle.

“Yep, I’d even say we’re pretty good friends,” Arthur replied with a friendly wink. Pip stood up and threw his arms around the gunslinger and hugged him close with a happy smile. The gesture was unexpected, but Arthur smiled back as he wrapped an arm around the young colt.

Pip let go of Arthur and blushed as he rubbed the back of his head. “This has been real fun today. Can we do this with the girls if they wanna come over?”

“Why not?” Arthur shrugged as he stood up. “Come on, let’s head back for now.” Arthur grabbed both poles and broke them down before stuffing them back in his satchel. The two then walked back to town with content smiles and Pip couldn’t help but admire the warm soul that emanated off of the gunslinger’s very presence.

Arthur waved Pip goodbye after dropping him back off at the local orphanage before making his way back to his camp. However, as he walked back, he heard a sort of commotion coming from Rarity’s boutique. Normally, he’d think she was arguing with her little sister. But that is until he heard a male’s voice and it did not sound like she was arguing with a customer. Sensing his gut tell him something was up, he made his way to the boutique and stood by the door as he listened in.

“Miss Rarity, I am trying to be reasonable here,” the male’s voice said.

“Well here is my reasonable retort! I refuse to pay your ruffian of an employer any form of income. I already paid him in full and even threw in a very generous tip. Now he wants more of me?! Well you can tell him that I might be generous, but I will not be threatened by him or anypony for that matter! Now I will bid you adieu!” Rarity said the last words, and the door of her boutique opened with her magic allowing Arhtur to see her pointing her finger to the entrance, oblivious to his presence.

“Am I interrupting?” Arthur spoke up, causing the fashionista to gasp and look his way.

“Mr. Morgan!” Rarity beamed. “Darling, so good to see you! You’re not interrupting at all!”

“I will inform my employer of your reluctance to pay up,” the voice from within said bitterly. “Just don’t be surprised to not be in business for much longer.” A stallion soon stepped out and faced Arthur. He was a large looking stallion, with sand brown fur, black mane and tail, and deep brown eyes. He wore a sort of formal wear but also looked rough around the edges. As he and the gunslinger stared at each other, Arthur could tell this stallion was no good.

“You mind telling me why I overheard you threatening my friend, boy?” Arthur growled as he crossed his arms.

The stallion adjusted his tie before he replied. “Well I don’t believe you warrant an answer from me, sir…”

“Morgan, Arthur Morgan.” Arthur flashed his badge he was still wearing, which seemed to catch the stallion’s eye. “Now you best tell me who you are, boy.”

“My name is Duke Venture, Sheriff Arthur Morgan,” he sneered at Arthur. “I am merely here as a messenger for my employer, who merely wishes to be granted what is due. Surely as a pony of the law, you are familiar with concepts of tax and debts?”

That last part made Arthur glare at Duke and grit his teeth. Memories of his dealings with Heir Strauss and his ridiculous debt scam, and how he was his errand boy to swindle other people of their earnings, made the gunslinger seeth.

“I don’t give two shit’s in a handbasket what you’re here for, I could give less off a fuck who your boss is,” Arthur spat. “Now I’m warning you, fuck off before things get real nasty for you.”

Duke just stood his ground and merely starred with a blank expression to Arthur. “If you are going to resort to violence Sheriff, there will be consequences.”

“When it comes to my friends, I’ll do anything necessary to keep their spirits high. And buddy?” Arthur stepped forward to glare more into Duke’s eyes. “You pretty much ruined my good mood with your bullshit claims on taxes and debt. This fine young lady owes you nothing, as far as I’m concerned. No one in this town does, hear me?”

With a few steps towards Arthur, with their own muzzles mere inches away from each other, Duke smirked just a little to not express a full on grin. “Sheriff, you will come to know that there are higher powers out there that you can’t even fathom to face off against. Let alone protect a backwater like this town.”

“Well I say it’s worth it, now get the fuck outta my town before I make it so even your momma won’t know your face after I’m done with it,” the gunslinger hissed as his fists clenched. “And tell your boss he’s got no claim to this town as long as I’m around.”

Duke merely stepped backwards, with the smirk still present on his face. “Very well, I shall relay your message,” he said to the sheriff. “But I must confess, you intrigue me Sheriff Morgan…and who knows? You might just intrigue my employer,” he chuckled, turning around and walking away from the boutique.

Arthur soon relaxed and pinched the bridge of his muzzle from the sudden emotional stress. Rarity, who couldn’t say anything during this ordeal, shook her head and walked out to check on the sheriff.

“You alright, Rarity?” Arthur asked, glancing at the mare. “He didn’t hurt you or nothing, did he?”

“No no, darling…that brute didn’t lay a hand on me,” she replied with a sigh. “Are you alright though, dear? You looked like you were ready to go to war against him.”

“Trust me, I sure as hell wanted to,” Arthur admitted. “Pardon my language, but who in the fuck was that asshole?”

“Well this was my first time meeting him, but he did say that he works for a stallion by the name of Cider Mac,” she said the last word with a near spat. “Who was very generous in loaning me some funds for a fabric I desperately needed for a show,” she continued and huffed. “And as the Element of Generosity, I always pay my debts back in kind with a little tip in them…yet that leech thinks he can take more from me!”

“Heh, well you sure told him off proper, Miss Rarity,” Arthur chuckled. “I’ll just be heading back now.”

“Oh Arthur wait!” Rarity called out. “I couldn’t possibly let you go without returning the favor for helping me.”

“Naw, you don’t gotta worry yourself about that,” Arthur shook his head as he waved his hand dismissively. “I’m just happy I got to be of service for a pretty lady like yourself.”

Rarity blushed deeply at his words and giggled with her mouth covered in her hand. “W-why thank you,” she said. Just as she was to go back to the boutique, she gasped out loud. “Oh Arthur! I hate to ask this at the last minute, but could I ask a favour from you please?”

“By all means, what can I do for you?” Arthur smiled as he tipped his hat, his sky blue eyes making her heart flutter a bit.

“W-well, I’m heading off to Canterlot this week to present a new line of dresses, for a show and possibly get noticed by some nobles who may sponsor me…and I was wondering if you could be my connoisseur during my stay there?”

Arthur pondered her request and scratched his chin. “Ain’t this in that fancy city with the palace where the princesses stay?” Rarity nodded. “No offense, but I ain’t very much a fan of them rich folks who talk the talk all the damn time. I’d probably stick out like a sore thumb in the bayou.”

“Oh don’t worry darling, Canterlot is a mixing bowl of different ponies and other kinds of residents,” Rarity said with a soft smile. “You won’t feel too uncomfortable there, why Applejack enjoys her time there when we are on an outing there.”

“Well…” Arthur hummed and noticed she looked at him as if she were a little puppy pleading. “Hell, why not, I’d be happy to accompany you.” Rarity squealed and jumped at Arthur as she hugged him close.

“Oh thank you darling! I’ll even pay for your train ticket,” she said and rushed back to her. “We leave in two days, Arthur. Until then, have a good day dear!” she called out to him, with a wink and closed the door to her boutique.

Arthur chuckled again as he left the boutique and headed over to the town hall. Since this was going to be his first time out of town, he would have to let Mayor Mare know so the local guard could keep an eye on things while he’s away. The sun was beginning to set as Arthur made it to the town hall and entered through the front door. Raven, Mayor Mare’s secretary, looked up from her desk to see Arthur walk in as he took his hat off.

“Evening, Raven,” Arthur greeted.

“Sheriff Morgan, a pleasure,” Raven said back. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to speak with Jo-I mean, Mayor Mare for a moment of her time,” Arthur replied.

Raven merely giggled and gestured to the office door. “Right this way,” she beckoned Arthur to follow her. Once she reached the door, she gave it a couple of light knocks. “Mayor Mare, your husband is here to see you.”

“Husband? I don’t have a-”

As the door opened more to reveal Mayor Mare, her eyes soon laid on Arthur and she froze. Her face lit up like a red light bulb as she then attempted to fix her mane and straightened her clothes. “Raven! Don’t say such embellished statements! It’s rude to say such things about Mr. Morgan!”

“Alright, I will call him as he is…your fiancé.” Raven giggled again at the blush both Arthur and Johanna emitted and went back to her desk. “Be sure not to leave a mess in the head office, it’s rather expensive to get stains out of the sofa.”

As the giggling secretary left in a giggle fit, both ponies just stood there in the office, unable to speak. Johanna couldn’t look Arthur in the eye after Raven’s teasing and Arthur kept pulling his collar awkwardly.

“I’m…truly sorry about her,” Johanna whispered.

“Uh, naw it’s fine,” Arthur responded. “A-Anyway, I stopped by so I could request a leave of absence in a couple days. Rarity invited me to attend one of them fashion show things and I’ll be out of town for just a day.”

Johanna nodded and smiled at Arthur’s request. “Of course it should be possible, you’ve more than earned it…” she trailed off and went to her ledger to pull out some files. Once she found what she was looking for, she went to her desk and signed a few documents. “All set, you have about ten days leave with pay and you’ll be using one of them for your trip. I’ll have one of the other guards fill in for you temporarily.”

“Thank you kindly,” Arthur nodded as he turned to step out. “Oh, and one more thing.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. “You look mighty beautiful today, Johanna, I look forward to our date at the end of the week.”

“You’re not the only one, you big hunk~,” she cooed at him and stalked towards him. She reached out to his head with her hands and pulled him closer to her. She locked her lips with his and sighed in joy as it was reciprocated. After what felt like eternity of the embrace, she reluctantly let go of the equally happy stallion. “Just something to look forward to when I see you again.”

“Then remind me to ask for it later on,” Arthur smirked before he pecked her on the lips and departed. The mayor sighed as she sat back down behind her desk and spent the rest of the day fantasizing about the handsome stallion who stole her heart.

“I definitely can’t wait until our splendid date~.”

Elsewhere

Duke Venture stood with his hands behind his back, in the center of his employer’s office as he waited patiently for him to speak up. His employer, in question, sat in a chair with his back turned as he held a glass of liquor in his hand.

“I apologize, sir, but the sheriff was more stubborn than anticipated. I regret to say that I’ve come back empty handed,” Duke said calmly.

“T’is alright, just shows us that the Bearers of the Elements are more than just mares pretending to be heroes,” Cider Mac replied and took a sip of his liquor. “Though I am curious about their new sheriff…Morgan, what can you tell me about him?”

“He’s more headstrong than street smart,” Duke scoffed. “I nearly thought he’d try to knock me out, not that I wasn’t prepared to retort. That stupid cur still needs to repay her debt to you, and I intend to-”

Before he could finish, Cider raised his other hand to stop his words.

“No need to resort to violence against a mare…didn’t your mother teach you better?” Cider asked rhetorically. “Besides, her debt has already been repaid, and with interest. Something I did not anticipate,” he stared at his half finished glass of liquor. “I’m more interested in the sheriff… I can tell just by your description and the sweat from your brow, he is dangerous.”

“What would have me do? Send more of our boys after him? I’m sure we can run him out of town,” Duke suggested.

Cider barked out a laugh. “Stallions like him are a dying breed, ones who have principles and codes that they uphold…you won’t be able to deter him, nor me,” he continued and stood up from his chair and walked to a window overlooking the sunset. “Besides, if what my instincts are telling are true, should we send more of our esteemed colleagues there…the morgue would be full by the end of the day.”

Before Duke could speak, Cider raised his hand again. “But that’s not to say that we are not going to bow down to him,” he said and turned his head sideways to reveal a smirk and his scarred cheek. “From what I heard, Miss Rarity is going to make an appearance at Canterlot soon? I think it’s time I paid the old city a visit.”

Author's Note

The foreboding stallion begins to make his move.

Side Note: I think I got my chapter posting down.

Hope you enjoyed!

~WurkyWilk has left the building…