Swiftcurrent Creek spanish gold

Whenever the shallow scratches on her neck bothered her—they alternated between stinging and itching—Bones just jumped into the creek for a soak. The cool water soothed the wounds and getting to splash and swim around further distracted her from the minor pain they caused.

Presently, she bobbed in the shallows, her body stretched out like an alligator's and her head held above the surface. She paddled weakly but otherwise just let herself float. The sun was peeking through the clouds and felt good on her face, as did the cool breeze that swept down the creek and made her whiskers quiver.