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[This little pamphlet appears across town overnight, nailed haphazardly to hitching posts, doors, walls--anything in a public place that's wood. It's a clear sign that loony Mr. Wooster is back in town after a three month sojourn into the wild. Feel free to rip up the pamphlets, graffiti over them, or run into Wooster. He's actually quite wealthy and has a rich family back east that sends him money to support his obsessions, but to any newcomer he looks more like the town beggar right now, all tattered clothes and filthy beard.]

The Locusts of the West

When you walk with Nature, you walk with the Divine. Out upon the desert plains one can see the Sublime and in the immense stillness one finds oneself and is refreshed. I have seen forests made of stone, and a canyon trench more vast and awesome than any creation made by man, a veritable abyss from which the Hopi Indians say the first man walked.

This, God’s creation, is brought to ruin not by war or drought, but by the Locusts of the West. I say locusts, although I do not mean any insect, although the destruction they wreak upon the land is as great as any Biblical plague. What I do mean by locust is the cattle that trample the earth, champ the wild grasses down to the soil, turn the subtle beauty of the wilderness into a desolate wasteland of clay and dust.

If you love God, if you love this Earth, which He has given to us, despoil it not. Nevermore drive the cattle through this sun-blessed paradise, but walk in solitude and silence and see what Nature will provide unto your body and soul.
From: [identity profile] expectremorse.livejournal.com
[Rogers is killing time before he leaves. Ride out under cover of twilight when the superstitious folk were nestling down in their beds. He's smoking a cigar and reading over one of the pamphlets with a bemused expression on his face.]

Date: 2011-05-18 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] expectremorse.livejournal.com
[Rogers's expression was one of disgust before he looks back and forth between the man and the pamphlet.]

You wrote this?

Date: 2011-05-18 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] expectremorse.livejournal.com
[He looks back between the man and the pamphlet again] The language is good. It reminds me of things I read back home.

[His voice trails off] Cattle however are essential out here, so you're asking that we kill people to save the plains.

I don't truck with that in the slightest. Not at all. Rather fond of my beef.

Date: 2011-05-18 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com
[Howie's walking down the street, reading the pamphlet, and looking for Wooster. He... knows who's work this is by now, and feels a little sorry - and a little sympathy - for him, and is a little pleased to see he's made it back alive. Eventually, he spots him.]

Mr Wooster. You're back with us, and full of thoughts as usual, I see.

Date: 2011-05-18 11:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com
[Howie returns the hug, a little gingerly, as hell, you're dirty for even this town, Bertie]

Nothin' out of the ordinary. Much like your news from the woods. How long you been back?

Date: 2011-05-19 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com
Can't deny that, can I? [He smiled, a little amused, as Adam didn't have to live with other people.]

I imagine you wouldn't turn down a razor and a wash, though, if I offered?

Date: 2011-05-19 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com
It doesn't really invite decent company, true enough. [He nodded towards where he lived,] C'mon back with me, I'll sort you out.
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