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Ransom and Pandora had been riding for hours by the time they finally made it to Talonwood. The sun had finally caught up to them, and it hung overhead. It was a much smaller city than he was used to - more of a town, he was beginning to realize. He tightened the grip of his ankles against Pandora's flanks as he reached up and tied a bandana around his neck to protect it from the sun. 

As they entered the town's main street, Ransom pulled on Pandora's reins to slow her down to a light trot. Pandora tossed her head slightly, tasting the air around her as the townspeople went about their business.

He finally pulled her to a stop as they neared the town's general store, and he hitched her outside. He had his guns and changes of clothes, but never had he needed a bedroll or pack to travel with. Inside, he found an older woman tending the counter, and she greeted him with a smile.

[color=A44D1D]"G'morning, ma'am,"[/color] he greeted, taking his hat off as he closed the door behind him. [color=A44D1D]"I've found myself in need of some supplies."[/color]

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About half an hour later, he'd mustered up a collection of survival supplies that the shop had immediately on hand -- a bedroll, a week or two of nonperishables, a tent to name a few. He secured the supplies on Pandora's saddle as best as he could.

With his new supplies readied, he mounted Pandora once more and continued on through the town. Everything permitting, he'd arrive at their meeting place shortly.