Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

That was hard to believe. Nothing in return for a meal? He wanted to snort and further protest but even Outlander knew it would be stupid to do so. He would feast on the kindness of this stranger. Fine. He finally answered, a bit colder in tone than he had expected to. Whoops. Thank you. He awkwardly mumbled with a roll of his shoulders. His peach gaze softened some although it was hard to wipe away all of his skepticism.