Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

Kincaid watched long enough to assure himself it wasn't a ploy before turning to go his own way, glancing often over his shoulder. He wondered still what the male had been about, and felt a little bad for being harsh, on the off chance the poor fool really had been simple, and just looking for someone to talk to.

In the end, however, he could not give much thought to it; his mind was consumed with future plans, and with a certain miss from distant willows.

Kin walked on, and lived to tell another tale.

Thank you for the thread!