Lone Star Mountain she dreamed of paradise

Dakota raises his head and steps back from the frightened animal. The voice is distinctly feminine but the words that come out are unfamiliar. For a moment he vaguely believes she’s just put a hex or spell on him by how foreign the words sound to his Northerner ears.

He walks around her to stand in the moonlight that beams down into the mouth of the cave. “I mean no harm.” He says with a smile on his easy, handsome face. “I’m Dakota. Who're you?” He asks rather sweetly.