Heron Lake Plateau Eat your potatoes

Sometimes Quixote danced around the point, but today, he went straight for the throat. His words were sudden and surprising, hitting her like hammerblows, and for a moment her eyes went wide with shock and concern. Those emotions were not for the deceased — anyone who trespassed and threatened a child deserved what they got — but rather, they were for him. He was a bad-ass, sure, but he had a lot of conscience as well. There was no doubt in her mind that his conscience had a lot to say on the matter of the day's events.

But she never professed to know his thoughts. He was a complicated guy, after all. "Are you okay with that?" she asked softly as she settled alongside him, her tail curling around his hindquarters.