<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles, Josh, Jeb》<br/>
Location: Leavenworth<br/>
Present: Kennedy <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/josh-michal-van-wyngaarden-jpg.131396/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>Josh grinned. Against the brown field of his beard, his teeth flashed ivory and slightly crooked. "Your teeter only totters one way, huh?" he asked, eyes flashed from Kennedy's feet to his face. He had to look up at the newcomer, but he was used to looking up to look at his brother and Miles, so it didn't phase him.<br/><br/>Gesturing towards the towel-covered cat-cage he said, "The trick to picking up chicks is to keep them happy and in the dark. They're fed and comfortable, so they should be good for a while as long as you don't startle them."<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/118862_0_wide_ver1620746040-jpg.131397/" title="118862_0_wide_ver1620746040.jpg">
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</div>Jeb was sliding a cap over his head, watching his brother and Kennedy interact. "Women are more complicated than that," he argued. "But it don't matter – we'll be trading them for what he needs by the end of the day." He eyed Kennedy's clothes, judging them for how well they might hold up in the woods, and noted the small bag that the man had brought along.<br/><br/>Jeb and his brother were dressed in mismatched hunting clothes, jeans, boots, and other things that helped them to disappear into the woods. Neither of them seemed to be in a gunny suit, but it wasn't something that would seem out of place in their repertoire.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/large-1596536115-df71afefa424a204b5eeac29c40ea9b9-jpg.131398/" title="large-1596536115-df71afefa424a204b5eeac29c40ea9b9.jpg">
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</div>Miles walked out to the gate with the boys, his demeanor growing quieter with each step. At the gate he let out a long breath. "I'd tell you to call when you get to Dryden…"<br/><br/>Jeb nodded. "Sorry, Boss. I didn't pay my phone bill," he teased.<br/><br/>"Smoke signals." Josh piped. "But don't worry; we'll be back to bug you before you know it."<br/><br/>A few minutes later they were back on Stage Road, heading south, then veering east towards Highway 2 East and the Wenatchee River. Dryden was only a few miles away. If they took their time they'd be there in under a couple of hours. Thankfully it was still early. The morning was cool, and it wasn't raining. Not yet.