Snowflake. The town is called Snowflake. In the middle of nowhere in the [ex. del.] desert, and the town’s called SNOWFLAKE? Someone must have had a really bad sense of humor.
Haven’t gotten anything back yet, but Savannah’s putting together a posse (that’s the word, right?) to try to take down the gang, maybe get my stuff. Should be heading out tonight. Wish I could go with them to watch them take the [ex. del.]s down, but I’d just get in the way, even if I weren’t laid up. Oh, well.
Feeling a bit better. Still beat up, but at least I can limp around a bit. Felt better in the evening than I did in the morning. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get out by tomorrow; the doctor thinks so, as long I get enough rest tonight. Of course, if the posse fails, I’ll have to find some way to earn a few little bits of cash just to buy something so I don’t [ex. del.] freeze in the night, so I won’t be able to leave tomorrow.
Doctors let me out and about the town late in the day so they could see how I was doing. Not too bad; leg still twinged a little, still got a kink right above the tail, but it could be worse. Had an assistant of some kind (she said she wasn’t a nurse, forgot to ask what I could call her) to help me in case something went wrong, but nothing did. Meandered around Snowflake a bit before just dropping down under one of the trees in the park to rest until I had to go back.
Yes, park. Snowflake’s near an oasis, and they’ve got this small park just outside the town line. It’s not much, but it’s an awful lot of green for being this far out in the desert. According to a plaque I saw, this oasis was part of the reason Snowflake was founded; it provided water for weary travelers decades ago. Chances were, if you went through this part of the desert, you stopped at Snowflake.
Went back to the hospital before sundown. Hospital beds aren’t the greatest, but at the moment, it feels like heaven. No hard rocks poking me in the back that I need to get rid of, no whistling wind keeping me up, somepony waiting on me if I have a problem… For all I’ve been through, it feels just fine. (Food’s still [ex. del.], though. But it’s free, relatively speaking.)
I really want to head out
Tomorrow, ‘cause this little bout
Has stalled me too long.
I hate the whole throng
Of those aggressive and idiotic louts.
Last line doesn’t sound right, but I’m too tired to make it sound right.