Post by Luke Lassetter on Feb 6, 2008 2:37:46 GMT -5
It was the day after the Stallion and Rattler fiasco, the day after Lukas Lassetter had to take a sick day due to dehydration and a heat stroke or something like that. He still felt a tad woozy, but at least he could sit straight in the saddle and that was all that ever really mattered. Besides, it felt good to be up and on his feet again, actually doing something with himself. Lukas was not the 'lay around' type of guy. He liked to do things himself and pull his own weight. Unfortunately, he had to pull his own weight in addition to his sister's and his niece by working both at the ranch and at the Lone Star, but c'est la vie or something. At least he was never without something to do.
His horse was left in the stable to rest while he worked his shift, an easy enough lodging that would give the stallion some relaxation and he even had a bit of coin extra to pay for a bit of oats as a treat. Yeah, he liked to treat his horse well.
Trudging towards his place of work with his spurs tapping the dusty dirt, he pushed through the swinging doors and then paused just inside to remove his spurs and put them in his jacket pockets before taking off the jacket and setting it aside with his hat in the appropriate location. Beneath, he wore a white shirt dotted here and there with bits of dust and the rest of a saloon uniform. No frilly skirts for the menfolk, of course. He pushed the ivory sleeves up before rebuttoning them so they'd be out of the way, heading behind the counter to begin the afternoon. The evening would soon be on it's way.
His horse was left in the stable to rest while he worked his shift, an easy enough lodging that would give the stallion some relaxation and he even had a bit of coin extra to pay for a bit of oats as a treat. Yeah, he liked to treat his horse well.
Trudging towards his place of work with his spurs tapping the dusty dirt, he pushed through the swinging doors and then paused just inside to remove his spurs and put them in his jacket pockets before taking off the jacket and setting it aside with his hat in the appropriate location. Beneath, he wore a white shirt dotted here and there with bits of dust and the rest of a saloon uniform. No frilly skirts for the menfolk, of course. He pushed the ivory sleeves up before rebuttoning them so they'd be out of the way, heading behind the counter to begin the afternoon. The evening would soon be on it's way.