A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY)

[Doc Holliday]

He only heard a little of what she said, not enough for it to make sense at the time. The light splashing of water and enough distance from where he was to where she was with the horses further dampened a soft conversation.
Standing up, he looked at his still blood stained shirt. "Ahhh.....dammit!" he said as he looked at his side, "I guess this is a loss." He stripped the shirt from his body, balled it up and placed it in one of his bags. After a brief search, he looked skyward with a scowl, "Of course I didn't think I might need an extra shirt. Of course I had to where a white one out here in case it got hot."

He then looked over at Ashlea and removed his hat with a playful bow, "Do forgive me, Madame. It seems I soiled my shirt and will have only my bare skin to wear back to the cabin." He then put his hat back on and climbed aboard his horse.
"And I do apologize for not catching whatever it was you were saying to me while I was vainly attempting to cleanse myself in the swamp's waters."

The elk on the skid and Doc on his horse, he took a drink of water while he awaited Ashlea to ready herself.

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