>Hank gets down to business: >"First off... you OK? Looks like we're the only ones here from Earth, let >alone America- we ought to at LEAST keep tabs on each other, right?" Roy nods. "I'd about kill somebody for a pack of smokes, though." >(If Roy says he's alright, Hank rummages in his stuff, and produces a small >bottle of Southern Comfort, offering a share to his fellow-traveler. He >continues :) Roy takes a healthy snort and hands it back. >"So. What do YOU think of all this? I'm a bit overwhelmed, y'know?" Roy shrugs. "If ya think about it too much, you'll just go crazy, but there was a lot of stuff back home like that, too. Nothin' we can do but just get through it, right?" >"What do you figure you'll do?" "I wanna look around some more...might be they could use someone who's a good hand with horses. Wonder if they've got rodeo here?" >"Once we get set, I'm going to have to take a walk. Too much cooping-up... I >just need to _move_, y'know? It's just getting back in that'd be the >problem." "I bet they'd let us in if we told who we was with."
