Redsand Canyon I will not leave France without her.

Indeed, her white coat was the first thing noticed. Ken gulped down his disgust, knowing the sort of racism he was raised with was wrong, and yet unable to detach himself from it. A smile was offered, never a trace of his thoughts shown upon his face- she was white, so what? He slipped easily into character. Hey, Miss. Jus' passin' by, but as you can see- Here he paused to shift to the side, showing her his burn scars- I'm not exactly in top quality conditions. Was wonderin' if you got room for an extra- I'll make it worth you' while. Here the handsome yearling shot her a playful grin, but this was genuine: he could hunt, scout, read the stars, whatever act was necessary to pay back for the help of a little sanctuary and healing.