[ psl log for dentist ]

[throughhellfire]

As the months of snow come to a close on the mountain, the territory below starts to become visible through the mist. Somewhere below is Greenville, Mississippi and the answers that he searches for.

Django returns to camp with a couple of hares in hand. This winter has been good to Dr. Schultz and himself in terms of hunting, both the animal variety and the human. A whole gang of outlaws put away leaves each man a good share of funds. All money aside, there's little satisfaction to be had for him just yet. Though his plans have become clearer and more possible, they seem to be moving further and further away with each day that passes. As his crude manner of skinning, silently squat down by the fire, may suggest, his patience is long past being tried.

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[dentist]

Schultz has always prided himself on being good at reading people to a certain extent, but it doesn't take a genius to see that Django has been getting restless. Given the terms that they'd agreed on, Schultz doesn't have it in him to be exactly apologetic, but he knows what the passage of time can feel like to a man with a clear agenda, so he promises himself not to dally. When the winter ends, they'll head straight to Mississippi. That means setting off a little early, while the last of the snow melts, to make it there in time for spring.

And it just so happens that the seasons have begun to change.

He's humming to himself as he first rummages through his pack and then sits down by the fire across from Django, beginning to polish his shoes in the small circle of warmth cast by the flames. Though he doesn't look up when he begins to speak, there's a half-smile audible in his voice.

"I think it might be time that we travel again — you're ready to do so, I assume?"