Whitefish River and i saw death in the eye of a buck

She was young. Like, real young. That had never really stopped Zane before, but he noted it. There were a few factors Zane took into account when he met a chick; age, looks, confidence, willingness. That last one was pretty much the only dealbreaker. Zane was no dude to write home about (a fact he wore proudly) but he wasn't a fuckin monster.

This girl didn't really read anything yet. Zane slowed down as he got in range of her, sauntering to a stop and looking around. A friend, huh? What sort? Maybe I could lend a paw. I got a knack for finding lost things. Oh shit there was a set up there. Hold on... he just had to think of it.