The horse out back grew restless with the smell of the stranger nearby, drawing back the occupant of the cabin within a few moments.
"What's wrong old boy?" Arthur asked, giving the stallion's neck a few pats "Found somethin' for the pot-ah ah ah not for you!" he grunted, pulling the wild garlic out of the horse's reach. He scratched his forelock before heading around, pausing at the sight of the familiar man sitting on his box.
Arthur looked quite different compared to when the medicine seller saw him last. No longer pale with sickness, his eyes no longer bloodshot and exhausted. Still had some weight to put back on but otherwise not so bad. He'd grown a goatee to hide his chin scars and his hair was shoulder length. He wore only a blue union suit, boots, and suspenders, not so much as a gun or knife on him, or even a hat for that matter.
He swallowed thickly, "K-Kusuriuri?" he breathed, his breath blowing warm in the chilly air and no hint of wheeze or labored breath.
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"What's wrong old boy?" Arthur asked, giving the stallion's neck a few pats "Found somethin' for the pot-ah ah ah not for you!" he grunted, pulling the wild garlic out of the horse's reach. He scratched his forelock before heading around, pausing at the sight of the familiar man sitting on his box.
Arthur looked quite different compared to when the medicine seller saw him last. No longer pale with sickness, his eyes no longer bloodshot and exhausted. Still had some weight to put back on but otherwise not so bad. He'd grown a goatee to hide his chin scars and his hair was shoulder length. He wore only a blue union suit, boots, and suspenders, not so much as a gun or knife on him, or even a hat for that matter.
He swallowed thickly, "K-Kusuriuri?" he breathed, his breath blowing warm in the chilly air and no hint of wheeze or labored breath.