Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-25828117-20190326190546

Before California

With one foot on the fence Willy watched the sheep graze in the corral. What magnificent creatures they were. So peaceful and friendly. And helpful too. These nice sheep provided Willy, Kyle and Joan with warm glowing wool and sour milk that was tasty in its own special way.

Willy could watch the animals for hours. What luck then that it was basically his job.

The sun was getting low causing long drawn out shadows of the animals to rise up and meet Willy. He would have to go inside soon. Joan had made marsh pea soup for supper and he wouldn't miss it for the world because Willy loved marsh pea soup! He liked a lot of food actually. He knew he had been eating way too much recently but he couldn't help it, food just tasted so good here.

Kyle approached Willy on his way back to the house from the fields. He knew he'd find the man here. Kyle was fifteen years older than Willy, just sixty.

"How're the sheep, Willy?" The farmer asked with a chipper smile.

The farmhand nodded with equal amounts of merriment.

"They're okay. We're going to eat now?"

Kyle brought his stetson down so he could wipe his forehead properly with the back of his forearm. The fields of this farm were big and going around them was quite a hike for a man just turned sixty.

"Sure we are, come on. It's your favorite. Ma's been hard at work in the kitchen preparing marsh pea soup."

Willy was excited. A dopey smile ringed by his beard pushed his cheeks up and lined his eyes with glee.

"And what about that weird radio frequency from that message, Kyle?" The farmhand asked as they walked back now, to the house.

Kyle pursed his lips. Thinking of what to say. Yesterday they had received this strange message that none of them could make heads or tails of. Joan and Kyle obviously suspected it had to do with Willy's past of which they were both as ignorant as he, but they had their suspicions. The guy was found in a puddle of his own blood next to a dead raider after all. Armed and wearing military gear, they had thought he was a ranger of sorts at first.

"I dug up the old radio from the shed and tried tuning in on that frequency they gave but I couldn't make much from it. Sorry pal but it seems like your past will remain exactly where it is."

Willy looked disappointed but he hadn't much gotten his hopes up. He didn't even understand most of it really. Ever since he had been in bed for that long time, thinking too hard, hurt.

Once they arrived at the house they both sat down at the table, and waited for Joan to arrive with supper.

And after a simple prayer they ate. Talking about the simple business of the farm before retiring for the night. Tomorrow was another busy day for Willy.