Happy Corral

The old farmer sucked on his teeth, frowning into the distance. “Whelp,” he said. “You’re gonna want to head down that road there. Just keep on going straight ‘til you reach a crossing, then take yerself a left. Then yer gonna keep heading down that road ‘til ya cross a bridge, then just sorta…” He trailed off, waving vaguely. “Well, ye can’t really miss it,” he said eventually. “The sign’s a bit faded these days, but the farm still works. Just look for the place with the big, smug stallion fondling his coltmakers outside.” He nodded slowly, staring off at nothing.

“Yep. He’ll be there, alright. Always is.”