[ It had taken him a while to find everything he needed at the mines, and longer still to cart it all back on a sledge. He'd hitched Diefenbaker to the thing with an improvised harness and between them they'd pulled and pushed it all the way back to town: pick-axes, shovels, an old tarp, a wheelbarrow. By the time they get it to the churchyard gate, the sun is just beginning to peel above the horizon – it's almost noon and almost time for the volunteers to arrive.
But he has a few moments first, and there's something else he needs to take care of.
He unhitches Dief from the sledge, and the wolf stays by his side as Fraser makes his way, not into the graveyard, but toward the church, where a man is leaning against the wall, holding a bat. The promise of violence is clear, but Fraser's voice is friendly when he comes close enough to speak without having to call across the snow. ]
Excuse me! I'm looking for a Nicholas Wolfwood? I believe he stays in these buildings.
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But he has a few moments first, and there's something else he needs to take care of.
He unhitches Dief from the sledge, and the wolf stays by his side as Fraser makes his way, not into the graveyard, but toward the church, where a man is leaning against the wall, holding a bat. The promise of violence is clear, but Fraser's voice is friendly when he comes close enough to speak without having to call across the snow. ]
Excuse me! I'm looking for a Nicholas Wolfwood? I believe he stays in these buildings.