— horse ranch in colorado; runaway horse return
Not knowing what she wanted to do with her life was an understatement and somehow that'd translated into taking up a job at the National Park in Colorado in a city that she never expected to return to. Honestly, she'd never expected to return to the states at all, alive anyway. Not after everything she'd spent the last decade seeing. Yet, there she was, alive and well and trying to figure out how to live life after in a way that didn't involve the military. She refused to be her father. Instead, she'd spent the last year dealing with mostly boring days with little to do except patrol the mountains above Bighorn Hills, wishing for something to keep her mind busy. It was only a call like this that truly distracted her. A runaway horse. What was she in, a western? Thankfully, the animal hadn't put up much of a fight when they'd finally managed to slip a lead around his head and allowed her to lead him back to the ranch he'd run from about a mile away. By the time they'd made it, Skipper had dropped the hat from her head, holding it at her side as she led the horse up the lane to the ranch. "Nice try, bud. Looks like we're home," She spoke up, giving him a soft pat on the shoulder before she squinted in the sun, trying to find the person they said would be waiting for the horse. It wasn't until she grew closer that the shape of a human came into view. In fact, it wasn't just a human, but the shape of someone she once met in passing, someone she figured knew a lot more about her than she knew about them. Skipper swallowed and steeled herself for whatever the other woman might say. If she were lucky, maybe she'd forgotten all about her. But she doubted that, not when the other was connected to the family of her son. "Here's, uh, the culprit. Made it a mile before we found him."
@ajaguirre
