Silver Creek Turkey Day

Spring came walking up and he focused on her, grinning around the turkey that hung from his jaws. He spat it to the dirt and gave himself a shake. "I'm alright. Might be sore tomorrow, but nothing some rest won't fix. If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough. That's what my Father liked to say." He smiled a little at her concern and nose the turkey towards her. 

"Probably could have had a better tactic than a flying tackle, to be honest. My bad."