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Chapter 2 - Settling in

This is exactly what I do for the next year of my life in the desert. I work on everything from day to night and patrol my new little haven. My body grows like it should have thanks to all the exercise I get and now, I'm at a comfortable five six which I never thought I would ever be at and here I am at fourteen being past my goal height! My hair is now the same color as my tail unfortunately or fortunately due to it being the same as mum's hair, but my eyes are still the same if with a little gold flecks in them. The hair is down to my bottom, so I keep it wound in tight bandages except for the last half a foot of it. I think my hair decided that now it's safe from Petunia's bad hair cutting, it wants to make up for the lost time it didn't grow. I do quite like the long hair, so I am all for the growth. My bangs frame my face as I keep them shorter than the rest of my hair. I feel much better about it.

Speaking of my looks, I can finally fit in my clothing now with my new height! I mostly wear a tough white button up along with the same type of pants I wore before, but this time they are gray camo in design. Light enough to wear in the desert, but dark enough to not stand out in the shadows of night will breaking up the solid grey into varying shades. I found a few pairs of them in some burnt out military transport. I have taken to wear no shoes to quiet down on the sounds I make, instead wrapping my feet in bandages or cloth rolls. The last thing is on my head still has the bandana around it, but it is joined by a wide-brim leather farmer hat to keep the sun out of my eyes when I shoot. It even has a strap, so I can let it hang on my back when it's not needed.

My body is mostly muscle as I have no time to not be doing something. It is either taking care of my crops, hunting for food or practicing my magic by fixing up the town. It now looks like it would have before the war and is completely sterile. I could eat food off the walls and not have to worry about disease. Not that I would as that would be weird and a waste of food.

The books in the library were a bust though. All of them were just little history texts on before the great war and it was stuff I already knew as it was only about the Romans and Egyptians.

I stick with rereading and memorizing the medical texts as they can save my life or will let me save someone else's. "To save a man from a bullet wound, keep steady pressure on the injury and tourniquet the area above to slow the bleeding if it is on a limb. If it is on the torso or pelvis, bandage tightly and move to a safe place for surgery. Consult bullet surgeries for how to extract the offending item." I like how Hannes made his text easy to understand and well-organized. I make a guess that the man was going to try to mass publish his work for inspiring doctors like I am becoming to learn the trade alone. While I can't be a real doctor just off the books, I do know the theory quite well.

My magic comes to me fine now, more instinctual use than force and image repeating for minutes on end. On a little nudge and willpower, I can do most inanimate type transfiguration. My living transfiguration changes only become disasters and creatures of nightmares that I have to put down if I can't figure out how to fix them in three hours. I can assume that my human ones would be so much worse as we have some complex ass bodies. Though, I would still like to try one day to see if my knowledge of the human body would help that aspect of changing. I still can only conjure water, but I think that is due to me knowing it intimately, not like say, a cheeseburger.

I miss my friends sometimes, especially Hermione, but I love it here in my little haven, though it is starting to get boring and my wanderlust keeps acting up. Damn feeling making me go further and further away from town every patrol until it takes hours to get back at a dead sprint. Does wonders on my stamina though. That does not excuse the added risk that I have been taking though.

This life goes on until three months after the anniversary of finding my little town. Two years after first arriving in the wastelands. On one of my long patrols to look at a town I believe is called Primm, I come back to see bandits taking all my stuff and burning my houses, not even taking anything from the town! They just rolled in and started to burn everything! The nerve of these bastards! I guess I just wasn't paying attention, because I was only a mile away before I saw the flames in the sky. I pull out my hunting rifle and lie down on the hill I find myself on that overlooks my living area.

My gun echoes with a crack and one of the bandit's head explode. This sends everyone in a frenzy and they start shooting at the desert wildly, wasting all their ammo for reasons that are sure to baffle me. All the shots are fired into the wrong direction too. 'This can't be real. No one is this stupid.' Eventually one of them has a misfire and kills a comrade with a shotgun round to the back of the head and then it went even more downhill from there. They started shooting each other as they kill one another until all of the invaders are dead, the last being a draw. I didn't even fire another round and they are all dead! The level of stupidity shown here would have been legendary if it was to be documented. As it stands now, I just shrug my rifle back on my shoulder before rushing down to my town to save what I can.

Looking around my town, I see that most of the houses have been destroyed by the rowdy bunch, leaving just the outskirts and bigger buildings sort of alright. I guess my wanderlust gets its wish for now. No matter how quickly I put the fire out, the buildings are no longer be habitable. Living here is not safe anymore and to be honest, I do not want to move all these bodies. The town can be fixed in a month, but I do want to get a move on anyways. First I would have to loot the bodies to prepare for the trip.

I have to chuckle once more at the sheer stupidity they just showed as I make my way around the town, even though my haven is burning. One person, a child at that, was able to kill the entire group with only a couple of shots. Looking them over, I see that I have the superior gear thanks to my magic and having disassembled and reassembled over a hundred of each of my guns. I know these things in and out enough to repair anything inside it with a wave of the hand. I keep the good pieces of ammo that look professionally made, but scrap the rest for their components. I want to start making my own ammo as my supply is running out. I do not trust my magic to not tamper with the powders though and even if it doesn't, I don't want to lose a gun or hand to test. There is only so much I can fix in a gun without conjuring it and losing a hand would be a death sentence.

In my haste to salvage the remains of my haven, I find the bandits had come in on trucks and by foot, except for one. One was on some dirt bike that must run on electricity as there is very little fuel around, I can hazard a guess that the rider was the leader. I look at the bike and it has a case on the back. In the case is a solar panel and cables with a manual. Reading the manual in a hurry, I find the bike really is powered off electricity using a battery that can be charged by solar power using the panel. It has the reliability of eight hours of energy off of a full charge. It takes nine hours for a charge fully. One day. Amazing what kind of technology is here and yet I live like a medieval farmer.

I see the battery is halfway full, so I figure out how to hook it up, then I go off to collect my gear. Most didn't survive, but the fire hasn't reached my food store yet, so I grab a pack along with all my ammo. Thank the gods above the fire hasn't reached these or I would have nothing left of anything. I have to be quick as I am wandering around inside a burning building after all. I grab a few sets of my clothes on my way out of the lightly burning house. The fire really isn't that big yet in this building thankfully which is why I risk my neck going into it and packing my stuff. I don't have to worry about my books as they are always on my person.

I spend the next few hours watching my haven burn to ashes, too late to save already. The water needed would drain me before I extinguish two houses. It may take quite a bit more than a month to fix this looking at it now. As I looked the men over again out of boredom and to double-check, I found a Kevlar vest, not this strange leather they wear, but one of them is... was now, wearing a vest the military used back home. I clean and fix it up before slipping it on. You never know when you will be shot. I don't know how reliable this thing is as the bandit took a bullet to the skull. That makes the vest meaningless really.

Going back to the bike, I pack away the gear and make sure the box is locked by my magic. It only lasts a few days, but that's enough to counter any thieving attempts when I am not around it. I really need to work on an invisibility spell though to make sure it isn't stolen.

I hop on and do as the manual says to start it up. I slide in the key which was too much of a bitch to find then it should have been and rev the engine to life. I slowly twist the throttle and I flicker forward on the vehicle before I let go of the throttle. Putting a little more confidence in it, I twist the throttle once more and slowly maneuver the bike out of my burning haven. I fall down a few times while moving around the fiery town until I get my balance on the humming machine. I think of it like a broom and I can keep myself from falling mostly. I blame the fact that I never learned how to ride a bike.

As I speed at a steady forty miles down the road, I slowly learn the ways to move the bike around safely. I am lucky that I only have fallen once at these speeds and that is due to a too sharp turn that I only got a little hurt on. I had to transfigure some goggles on because of the wind and sand, but they should hold long enough for me to find myself a pair. I stop at every little shack to loot, but they only hold bottlecaps inside them. I have started a collection of the items though from my patrols. It is amazing how many there are, so my goal as of right now is to get five thousand of them then fuse them together in a large picture of a bottle cap. It's nice to have a little goal other than to survive. The goal of just surviving puts a damper on life.

After having the bandages in my hair unravel on me a few times, I take to sticking my hair down into my shirt to keep the wind from messing it up again. It takes a good five minutes to tie my hair as I haven't made a spell for it yet, so I really don't want to have to fix it up all the time. Finer movement is something I do not have with magic.

For weeks I travel north along the road, taking many detours and stops to pick up things or hunt. I only really spend an hour driving a day as I spend the rest trying to figure out my invisibility spell. I can safely hold it for however long I need, but I need active concentration, so it is good for hiding, not much else. I have gotten it to the point of sticking around without me focusing for half a minute, but it needs to be better for me to use it at all.

A good thing about the bike is that it only whispers across the increasingly mountainous landscape, not attracting the attention of the more vicious wildlife like a deathclaw.

I finally get out of the mountain range I find myself in for quite a time. Thankfully there were streets our I would have broken bones from the many times I would have crashed. To my left as I zoom through the streets is a fenced off area with the sound of mortar fire. I've been hearing the echoes for quite a time, which is why I didn't stop for the day for practice. This is strange just too strange not to look up, so I slow down and notice someone of the road, by the fence.

Dismounting, I draw a pistol and advance on the man. "Hello stranger! That is a mighty fine contraption you have there," the man greets in a thick southern drawl. The man now took the place as the first person not to try to kill me in this world.

"Greetings. What's the deal with the mortars?" I ask cautiously. My gun is visible, but held down by my hip at the ground. It's more of a silent threat not to make a dangerous move, than

an act of pure aggression.

The man frowns and looks back at the fence, "Them Boomers playing with their toys. They like to blow things up in their free time and today is the day they zero in their mortars. I usually bet people to see if they can cross the bombing field a thousand caps, but you look like you are smarter than most folks around here."

One word stuck out to me from what he said, "Caps? I'm sorry but I haven't had human contact since I was a child." I rethought that lie, "Well, not nice human contact. What kind of currency do you deal in around here?" I ask.

"Funny accent you have there, son. I never heard it before. The money we use are bottle caps. The NCR are trying to bring back them paper moneys of the old world, but only they take it so it is mostly useless. I think those slavers, the Legions also use some form of coin, but they are the same as the NCR, except they kill ya if they see ya." The man pulls out a bottle cap and shows it to me.

Furrowing my brow, I look through my pack and pull out one and compare them. "I am so happy that I took to collecting these things," I comment aloud as I look at them. The man gives a loud belly laugh at this. "Well, thank you for the information sir. I should get going though. Have a pleasant day and good luck trying to sucker people out of money." The man gives me a wave as I leave. I keep an eye on him in case he wants to try to rob me when I turn my back, but in the end, the man just smiles and sits back down.

I hop on my bike and take off down the road. In the distance, I see a large tower of lights which means there must be a lot of people. After all those bandits, I really do not feel like dealing with large amounts of people as of now, maybe in a few more weeks, but not now.

I still make stops at abandoned shacks, but with the increase of people, I start avoiding things and going faster to make sure no one follows. I move around the back of the city along the roads that are still mostly there. Due to the conditions of the roads, I am getting slowly better at landing from long jumps on the dirt bike. Thank the gods that this thing is more sturdy than it looks or I'd be walking with something worse than a busted knob. The damn road is all uneven and parts have hills over top of them which is where my jumps come in to play. I nearly wipeout the first time, but after the tenth, I knew not to stay seated and bust a ball on landing.

Once I pass the city, I continue south, keeping to the roads during the night and resting when the sun rises. I am never more thankful to my night vision then now. Without it, I would have crashed so many times at night.

I keep up my practice with my magic and finally make a break through. Instead of making every single part of the bike invisibly, I think of it like my old cloak. It wraps around the bike and it just hides instead of vanishes anything under it. I timed it and it lasts a good five hours on the first attempt. I was so happy that I cooked myself up some cookies. A feat that was hard as hell to do. I replace the sugar with ground up dried pears, so they are not that sweet and the rest of the ingredients are just trial and error. It is more a sweet pear bread than a cookie really.

I come to a familiar sight one day. It's Primm! It seems I have made a LONG circle in my driving. I roll into town with my bike hidden in the shadows of the mountain under an overpowered cloak spell. It is lucky that I can sense magic as all wizards can on some degrees or I would have no idea where I hide anything. My food is with it, leaving me with my rifle and pistol as well as my knife which I transfigured into something far better than the chief's knife it was. It now fits in one of the holsters on my vest. It has holsters on the bottom and on the left shoulder for a knife. My pistol is in the holster at the bottom with the knife where it should be.

My tail is covered by my baggy pants and the tip is wrapped in bandages from my feet up to my shin. It looks a little odd, but the fur doesn't show nor is it obvious, so everything is fine. It is uncomfortable, but I'll let the tail out at night or switch legs every few hours to let it move a bit. I head into the town and find out that the NCR are the military of today in the waste. That answers the question that the old man-made me think up. The soldiers have the town occupied, but it doesn't look like it changed too much with the military presence. Nodding at one of the soldiers who nods back, I head into the town and to the only place that seems to be open. The casino.

Walking in, I see people eating and gambling away without a care in the world. A robot driving around acting as the security force, but not overbearing enough to make people uncomfortable. If not for the books, I would have been freaked out by the machine, but now I just think they are fascinating. It looks like a lively place to be. I go over to the bar and sit down on one of the few stools. An old woman comes over to me, "What will you be having sir?"

"A soda please." I do so miss sugar that is factory made. The artificial flavors are just so different that the few I've had since coming here were great. "That will be five caps." I dig them out as I had the forethought to bring half my "currency" with me.

The woman takes the caps and hands me the soda. "So, you from around these parts stranger?" The woman asks as I take a sip of the cola. I see no malice in her eyes or greed which after dealing with bandits all the time is a breath of fresh air.

Seeing that she is only curious, I answer, "I was. There was a town a few dozen miles over that ridge I ran for a year. Before that I was in Barstow. Some bandits came and burnt my little town down though, so I am mostly just wandering around until I find something to do."

"That's a shame. Those bandits are always bothering us too, but the NCR mostly keeps them in check. If you're interested, I have a job I can give you. You seem a reliable boy." Blinking at her, I nod my head in agreement. "See, we run a mail service through this town so we are always looking for couriers to deliver the packages. The desert is a dangerous place, so we sometimes lose our couriers and we still need to deliver things. Are you interested in earning some money like that?"

That sounds perfect for me. "Yeah... Do you know where I can live though? I have little need for caps as I am now, so putting them towards a home would be nice. The nights here are COLD!" It makes me shiver just thinking about them. That is what I miss about my haven, the nice cover of a roof over my head and warm sheets.

The woman chuckles. "Well we can sell you scrap metal and lumber to build a house inside our town. You'll have to pay taxes and build it yourself, but it would be safe here."

Even more perfect. I give her a Potter grin and reach out to shake her hand. She takes it and tells me to wait. I do so and finish off my cola slowly to savor the taste. The woman comes back with a box and a clipboard. "This goes to the mayor of Nipton. Here is a clipboard to get his signature with. Do not come back without it nor give the package to him before you get it. The man is a snake and likes to try and cheat us." I take the offered items. "Oh, here is a map with all the settlements you'll need to know of for the job if you stick around. I'm sure you will need it for some of the more distant deliveries."

She pulls out a paper map. I open it and she marks where Primm is. The map is of the western half of the USA. "Man. How far reaching is your service?" I find myself asking as I look over all the marked settlements, stretching from Texas into Washington.

The woman hums, "I believe we stop at the border to Canada after they got a more local mail service. Good thing as it takes months to walk there and we lost many couriers on those roads. By the way, my name is Ruby. Ruby Nash. My husband is John Nash. The guy with the terrible acne on his forehead." I turn and find the guy. He indeed has awful acne and looks about the age of Ruby.

"Alright. I'll be back soon. Nipton doesn't look too far," I tell Ruby. "Before I go, do you know where I can find some goggles? The sandstorms around here are killer." She offers an old sturdy pair for ten caps which I easily pay for. I slide them around my neck as I leave the casino.

I make it back to my bike and hop on it after putting away everything. I take off quietly into the afternoon sun down the road and to Nipton. It only takes three hours to get there after I go around Primm. Don't want the soldiers to take me as a threat by flying by their station. I park my bike in an abandoned ruins and cover it with the magical cloak.

Heading up to the town. I see it is a small settlement that looks ripe with all kinds of sin. I can only shake my head at some of the people's behavior. I think I saw a few people doing some lewd actions in alleyways and more people openly doing hardcore drugs. Drugs like Turbo and Slasher, which is one of the most destructive things I've ever seen in my short time here. I saw a bandit use both once when I was trying to sneak around and it made his body go completely rigid for five seconds, I saw even for a distance his eyes zipping around in his head faster than even I could follow. The man went into a beserker state that only ended after he had killed twenty of his friends with a butcher knife and lost both his hands along with the lower half of his jaw.

I find that I don't really care, even with this experience in my memory and I know for sure that I should be blushing when all these women flash their naked selves at me, but I can only feel repulse. These women are not worthy of being one of my mates. They dare think they are worth my time?! It gets worse when I see one of these... waste of spaces let a man tackle them and bang them right there in the street while some of the man's friends pull themselves out of their pants. Little whores, all of them!

… Where did that come from? 'It doesn't matter where that came from Potter, it is true and you know it! You would never mate with some whore that probably would cave under the littlest threat or couldn't stand up in a straight fight!' I continue my march undeterred through the streets of vice as if I hadn't just heard a voice in my head demanding me to shut up and accept that this place is disgusting as hell. Hard to disagree when I believe what the voice tells me which I think is my instincts given a voice.

It is easy to find the mayor's office as it is the biggest building. Most of the vice avoids the building, but there is still some despicable actions and drug deals happening around the building, so it isn't separate from everything or anything like that.

I go through the door to find a man getting pleasured by a prostitute's mouth behind the secretary's desk. Inwardly, I growl at the indecent display of weakness, I mean, I could just pull a gun and the man would not be able to do a thing! I walk over and kick the wood panel to get his attention. The man looks up with a glare. "Can't you see I'm fucking busy?!" The man-whore sneers at me.

I snarl at the man, showing my sharp canines in all their glory. "Where is the mayor? I have a package for him." The man shudders at the sight of my teeth, but points to a sign. I read it and find the office to be on the third floor. If the secretary is like this, then the mayor must be worse. This is just going to be annoying.

I walk up the stairs, trying to ignore the smell of alcohol and sex in the air. It is overwhelming and it hurts my nose. I knock on the mayor's door and hear a "come in." I walk in to see the Mayor. The man is currently mating with a male prostitute on his desk, naked as the day he was born. The man looks weak and seems to have no muscle on him that isn't canceled out by the ton of fat everywhere on his body. An all around disgusting sight to walk in on.

"I have a package. Please sign your name." I somehow keep the growl out of my voice. I hand him the clipboard and he signs his name using the back of the man-of-the-night as a table. The leader hands it back and I see it is his name. I hand him the package.

As I turn to leave. The man calls back, "What's the hurry? I'm sure I can show you a good time as well." I don't even break stride at the offer. The urge to kill springs up into my mind. It would be so easy to kill this weakling. Just reach over and snap his neck or just bury my teeth in his throat.

Wait... What? Man this place is fucking with my head! I pick up the pace and the town is soon behind me. I get back to my bike and take off back to Primm. I get there quickly, but seeing as I will be living here once I put a house up, I slowly approach the guard on my bike.

His gun is raised by the time I stop in front of him. I call over a greetings, "Hello sir! I'm the new courier for Mrs. Nash. I'm here to report a successful delivery."

The guard, a younger gentleman, couldn't be older than eighteen, calls back at me, "What is that contraption you're on boy?!" I inwardly bristle at being called a boy by a man who looks to be only three years older than me.

"A motorbike. A non-combative mode of transportation." I emphasis the non-combative part. The man stares at me for a second before lowering his rifle. I glide the bike past him and pull it around the gas station, out of sight. I then make sure it stays out of sight with the cloaking spell.

I go back into the casino and find Mrs. Nash smoking at her bar. Clipboard in hand, I sit down and she comes over. "I thought you left already... I never caught your name dear."

I answer her, "You can call me... Fox." I really do not want my name known as it can be used to track me down. Though if I goes as an alias, they can track that down, so I'll have to change things up eventually. "I got the signature right here. Please do not give me anymore jobs there. The smell of all the vice makes me want to kill people." I hand the clipboard to her.

The elder looks it over and her eyes widen in surprise. "That trip should have taken at least two days! How did you get there and back so quickly?!"

Seeing as it will be known by tomorrow, I tell her, "When those bandits burned my haven down. I killed them for it. Well... I killed one and then somehow they just killed themselves in some mass hysteria. They came in on these rusty troop transports that took far too many shots to drive again and one was on a dirt bike. It survived, so I use it to get around."

The woman nods. "I heard of those. Never seen them before though, only a few hundred thousand were made before the bombs fell apparently. Well here is your pay, fifty caps. If you're still interested in the jobs, please come in and I will usually have a package waiting. Now. That home thing you be wanting. I have enough scrap in the back for one house, but it will be expensive. Seven hundred caps for it all. The tax is a hundred caps a year which I've added to the price." I nod. I only have six hundred some caps right now.

"Okay. Since I will be building the house with no help as well as working for you for probably a while, can I get it down to six hundred caps and I will pay right here and now." She looks hesitant, but when I put the sack of caps on the table, she agrees. Always a good thing to have definite money instead of waiting on a debt to be paid. This must be the worst place to have a long-term debt with how anyone could die the very next day.

Ruby calls John over and tells him to lead me to the metal. We go around the back and he opens one of the loading bay doors. Inside is a bunch of junk, but in a corner is a pile of sheet metal and wooden beams. "Have at it."

Looking at the pile, I can only sigh out, "This is going to be a while."

The first thing I do is hunt down a carpentry book, which takes me five days alone. I finally come across one in the possession of the NCR Lieutenant. I buy it off him for a bottle of whiskey and three gallons of my conjured water after he saw what I was drinking. I spend the next night reading it and hunting down a hammer, saw, boxes of nails and a tape measure. Much easier than finding a book and it cost less. That bottle was a good fifty caps worth of labor. Ruby bought the skins I have on me, I have thanks to using a blade on animals now, to use on her casino maintenance and trade which helped me net a few more caps for the payment.

I begin the blueprints after I learn the book well enough. It will be a one room house with enough room for a bed and work station while not feeling too cramped as well as a garage in half of it. I am lucky the land is uphill, so I'll have no drainage problems.

I start the foundation with the wood and concrete slabs I took from the ruins around town. Moving the slabs was no laughing matter and I had to do it at night with magic because the thing was a few tons even in several chunks. The next thing I do is stop and make a piercing and cutting spell, so I can start making the stuff actually fit. Transfiguration would be too magically consuming to do something on scales like this.

This takes me a good five weeks to get it down to any semblance of control. In that time, I did some more jobs for Ruby and John for spending money. The spells are so much more exhausting than my levitation, but I have a method of attack now, so... yay.

I finish shaping the foundation with the cutting spells on the concrete which had to be done at night for obvious reasons. With my level of skill with the charm, it took over three hundred spells until I finished the slabs to the right size. Nearly passed out many times over the course of the time it took which was a few nights.

Compared to the amount of work that took, the rest only took a week to do as I focused all my time into it. At night, I would touch up the metals and wooden beams to be in peak condition. I even add a fireplace coupled with a chimney using the bricks I found or made from the surrounding trash around Primm. Let's just say there are some new holes in the pavement down the road.

Now, I need a bed so I'm not sleeping on concrete all the time. I head inside to see Ruby once everything is done. "Ah, Fox! Here for another package?" I shake my head. "Ah, well. The house seems great! I have no idea how you've made it look so nice?!"

Snickering, I tell her the reason I am here, "I need a leave to go hunt some animals. You know any that have fur on them besides the radrabbits?"

Ruby gives me a quizzical look, "What's a radrabbit?"

"Two-headed bunny," I say with a barking laugh. They look so cute, but the heads freak me out.

"Oh... No we don't have those around these parts. I think the only thing with fur are those dogs running loose. Why?"

"Need a bed." Ruby nods at this. "I'll be back sometime next week if all goes well. Take care," I tell her with a wave of my hand with my good-bye.

"Take care and don't get yourself killed, you're the best courier we have!" My laughter is the last thing she heard as I left the room. I'm the only courier that is always available. Ulysses is a freak that hangs out too much in that divide to be of any us. The fact that I, the science abomination, am calling him a freak compared to ghouls, who I find are quite a nice people if they have their minds, is something.

Getting my bike from my little garage, I ride it out of town after overpowering a locking charm on my doors. I left some of my food and supplies in the house and I don't want any thieves to think that they can just walk in and take it.

I start north and every time I see a dog, I killed it. By the time I reach Vegas, I've picked up quite a few skins of varying qualities that I hope I can fix with magic. I'm not too sure I can with them being part of something once living, but it should be like wood right? That was once alive and I can make it strong and sturdy from weak and brittle, so I, in theory, should be able to boost the quality of the fur.

The box in my bike comes in great use for this job and well... Most courier works I do on this bike is made easy with the attachment. Carting these furs around would have been torture if I just had to use my bags.

As I make my way back, with some luck, I found a coyote pack that I gun down. This gives me enough to make a bed and a rug to go along with it! No cold feet in the morning for me! I head back to my house with a spring in my step along with a bounce in my driving and unpack my stuff. I read that I had to cure the fur first, which will take a while, so I get on it. The salt was a bitch to find even though I am in a desert, so was the area to do all the curing.

I end up converting my house for quite a number of weeks to finish up curing the leather to the best of my abilities. It may not be the most beautiful thing, but the carpet and bed won't fall apart in only a few days of having it.

After my house is set back up, I now have a carpeted living area made out of the family of canines I killed with a stack of fur sewn together acting as a bed for me with half my house being converted to a garage where I keep the tools for my bike on the wall with the bike in question in the middle.

To make it easy to get the bike out of the house, I make a large door, about half my back wall, to let me push my bike out of the garage bit. Once all was said and done, I locked my doors with a padlock and went to see Ruby for another job to earn enough money to eat for the day.