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Azzie rolled over in her sleeping bag, stretching out and wiggling her toes. She burrowed into her pillow and sighed. Where was Co? She lifted her head and looked around for her dog. There was a soft shuffling outside the tent, a pause, and her dog came bouncing back into her tent and licked her face, wiggling. Quiet she thought and rolled over, showing her dog off. "Get off girl. Go fetch Armie."

The dog whined and wiggled before bouncing back outside, tail wagging. Azzie stuck her head out the tent and glanced around. Co looked up, whinned again, and shoved her nose into the dirt trying to locate Armada.

"Mmmm where the hell did that boy wander off to?" she ducked back inside the tent, rubbing her eyes and flopping back down onto her sleeping bag with a yawn. Come to think of it. . . . where were the rest of the horses?

She yanked herself out of the tent, dragging her shirt on over her bra as she stumbled barefoot into the crisp morning air, whistling as she moved. Where the hell was Armada? And everyone else?

She shoved her feet into her boots and stomped away from her isolated area to locate the rest of the outlaws, shocked to find chaos in the absence of the horses. Well now this was interesting. She walked into the chaos, finishing buttoning her blouse and listening to what was going on. someone stole the horses? she laughed. No one stole Armada - she was in denial

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Azzie rolled over in her sleeping bag, stretching out and wiggling her toes. She burrowed into her pillow and sighed. Where was Co? She lifted her head and looked around for her dog. There was a soft shuffling outside the tent, a pause, and her dog came bouncing back into her tent and licked her face, wiggling. Quiet she thought and rolled over, showing her dog off. "Get off girl. Go fetch Armie."

The dog whined and wiggled before bouncing back outside, tail wagging. Azzie stuck her head out the tent and glanced around. Co looked up, whinned again, and shoved her nose into the dirt trying to locate Armada.

"Mmmm where the hell did that boy wander off to?" she ducked back inside the tent, rubbing her eyes and flopping back down onto her sleeping bag with a yawn. Come to think of it. . . . where were the rest of the horses?

She yanked herself out of the tent, dragging her shirt on over her bra as she stumbled barefoot into the crisp morning air, whistling as she moved. Where the hell was Armada? And everyone else?

She shoved her feet into her boots and stomped away from her isolated area to locate the rest of the outlaws, shocked to find chaos in the absence of the horses. Well now this was interesting. She walked into the chaos, finishing buttoning her blouse and listening to what was going on. someone stole the horses? she laughed. No one stole Armada - she was in denial