Closing the door on her, Bill rounds the house to see who's out there.
He can tell it's not Pete straight off on his approach, but can't place the boots.
Going by the state of his clothes, whoever it is had one helluva night.
Toeing the prone figure in the thigh, Bill gives a short, two breath whistle.
"Hey, wake up now. C'mon."
It's when he doesn't get any response that Bill begins to worry that maybe Mrs. Freeda is right. When he realizes that all the mud the guy is covered in is too red to be dirt, Bill drops down to one knee beside him.
"Buddy, y'alright?"
Gripping the man by the shoulder Bill rolls him over; his jaw hits the ground when he gets a look at the face.
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Date: 2012-02-26 08:51 pm (UTC)Closing the door on her, Bill rounds the house to see who's out there.
He can tell it's not Pete straight off on his approach, but can't place the boots.
Going by the state of his clothes, whoever it is had one helluva night.
Toeing the prone figure in the thigh, Bill gives a short, two breath whistle.
"Hey, wake up now. C'mon."
It's when he doesn't get any response that Bill begins to worry that maybe Mrs. Freeda is right. When he realizes that all the mud the guy is covered in is too red to be dirt, Bill drops down to one knee beside him.
"Buddy, y'alright?"
Gripping the man by the shoulder Bill rolls him over; his jaw hits the ground when he gets a look at the face.
"Raylan?"