Helen storms through the snow up to the makeshift bridge. Are people in this town suicidal? She looks down at the ravine, then at the man with the white cowboy hat on. She's got unbecoming bruise on her face, and dressed for chillier weather, but certainly not a snow storm.
Although the house she has located on Jackson Boulevard is rather accommodating for clothes.
Helen steps up to the ropes, gesturing to the bridge. "It's barely able to stand, let alone for you to cross. You can't be serious!"
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Poor Raylan, more English to pester him.
Helen storms through the snow up to the makeshift bridge. Are people in this town suicidal? She looks down at the ravine, then at the man with the white cowboy hat on. She's got unbecoming bruise on her face, and dressed for chillier weather, but certainly not a snow storm.
Although the house she has located on Jackson Boulevard is rather accommodating for clothes.
Helen steps up to the ropes, gesturing to the bridge. "It's barely able to stand, let alone for you to cross. You can't be serious!"