Whitefish River Standing on my own two feet

The expecting mother had never seen fire, and he prayed she never would have to. Sometimes it was fine, it stayed in a small section and it was just a pretty destructive sight from afar, but when it rampaged nothing would stop its conquest. Don't think too hard on it, instincts kick in. It's a sight to see, but awfully nasty.

Perhaps it was brave of him to help where he could, but part of the cowboy believed anyone else would do the same if they were good in heart. That's 'nough tragedy for now though. How about we change the subject? Any names brewin' for your young? Surely she had to have a few favored names by now.