Bitterroot Valley tragische

She watched as Mahler took his leave, wondering if she'd ever see the male with lilac eyes and foreign accent again. As far as strangers went, he was probably the least irritating, she decided. With a shrug, she turned and headed home. If she saw him again, then great, but she learned a long time ago to never expect anything from those who had not earned her trust; life was easier that way. With one last glance in the direction he had disappeared, she sprinted off towards of the glacier.