He chewed on the end of his tooth pick, looking at the scar on his chest in the mirror. He'd been cutting down on smoking, docs orders after his lung was shot. For him it just mean t avoid stressful situations eg: tight spaces. After thinking Trails stuffed another pack into his vest. He'd never been to New Pegasus, no telling what it might be like.
He looked at the sun, thinking. After the General had died and Stableton was safe he'd begun catching up on his introspection. He'd promptly decided what he needed to see was where his parents came from. They'd only talked about New Pegasus in passing, saying they couldn't go there. Trails intended to find out why.
The Battle of Stableton had made him think about other things too. Things other than his parents but still focused on his origins. He still remembered H's voice ringing in his ears when he was dying, spurring him on just like the Stallion always had when he was little. He had been a family friend from New Pegasus too. Bitter Springs if he remembered right. Trails put Bitter Springs on the top of his list of places to visit.
He slid his pack onto his back and took a sip from his canteen. One way or the other he'd have some answers by the end of his latest...trail. Good one Trails. He started to walk down Main Street, leaving his temporary home in a tent outside the tavern behind him. The sun shone at his back, casting a long an spidery shadow. Turn the page.
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