[b]Farren North – Bandera Horse Ranch/Rd 689[/b]

Farren moved just a little further before she ran into a fence. Frowning, she tried to inspect it in the dark. There was barbed wired along the top. She hesitated before leaving her path along the river to follow the fence instead, coming eventually to a broken sign. From what she could make out, it was a ranch of some sort. Her eyes widened, and she pondered if there were any horses left. She almost clicked her tongue to try and call one, but her gaze diverted downward to her sleeping son. Getting on a horse and riding it… it would wake him. And anytime he was woken before getting all his sleep, he cried. She couldn’t risk it. 

Giving a frustrated blow through her nose, Farren moved on, now moving along the street that had led to the ranch. It was paved, and seemed to go into town, whatever town it was, and therefore towards the light. She would remember the ranch though, in case she needed a horse or cabin outside the town if nothing promising lay within.

Farren looked up at a sign along the road that said the numbers 689. She had no idea what that meant or where it led. She felt like crying. The toddler was so heavy in her arms. The bag was weighing down her shoulder. Her legs had gone from burning to numb and now feeling like jello. Not to mention she wouldn’t reach the inside of that town til morning at this rate anyway. Farren let out a heavy sigh and let her knees hit the ground. She kept her son curled against her, his form barely stirring as she grimaced until she could sit on her backside and rest for the moment.