Two days, which is mostly spent planning. His first urge is to hunt, to start the entire process with ceremony, but that would just be a waste. He's going to do the first hunt with her, and show her how it works. So he packs supplies instead, everything he can carry on his bike. The poor kid is gonna have to ride bitch for a while until he can trade it, which limits the amount of shit he can strap to it. He's been stealing or trading ethanol from WLF for years; he sends out the last of his held-back trinkets for as much fuel as he can get.
And a leather jacket, roughly Abby's size.
Twine, maps, jerky, water skins, all that, he already has. So he plots a course that will get them there by the time deep winter hits. A rough plan forms; if what he's heard of Jackson's Hole is really true, they'll have to infiltrate. They'll have to make nice, and that could lead to retribution down the line. He'll have to figure out how to shield her from that, but right now, he just doesn't know how things will shape up to be. So he plans for everything else, spare crossbow bolts and a real bow and arrows, a silencer, knives. He trades all his books-- manuals he's memorized by now-- except three, a guide to archery, an introduction to what wild plants are edible in North America, and a comprehensive rundown on how to use every part of a deer. Those, he'll give to Abby. Girl's always reading something.
And around mid noon on the second day, he's ready. She's never actually seen the motorcycle before; he's always kept that hidden. She probably never realized the tatty thing he still wore was a motorcycle vest. The bike itself has seen better days, but it's clear he's kept it in fine working condition, even if he's ignored the particular aesthetics. There's a gym bag hanging on each side, carefully balanced.
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And a leather jacket, roughly Abby's size.
Twine, maps, jerky, water skins, all that, he already has. So he plots a course that will get them there by the time deep winter hits. A rough plan forms; if what he's heard of Jackson's Hole is really true, they'll have to infiltrate. They'll have to make nice, and that could lead to retribution down the line. He'll have to figure out how to shield her from that, but right now, he just doesn't know how things will shape up to be. So he plans for everything else, spare crossbow bolts and a real bow and arrows, a silencer, knives. He trades all his books-- manuals he's memorized by now-- except three, a guide to archery, an introduction to what wild plants are edible in North America, and a comprehensive rundown on how to use every part of a deer. Those, he'll give to Abby. Girl's always reading something.
And around mid noon on the second day, he's ready. She's never actually seen the motorcycle before; he's always kept that hidden. She probably never realized the tatty thing he still wore was a motorcycle vest. The bike itself has seen better days, but it's clear he's kept it in fine working condition, even if he's ignored the particular aesthetics. There's a gym bag hanging on each side, carefully balanced.
"You ever been on a bike before?"