Blacktail Deer Plateau feed them on your dreams.

Is this a begging for your forgiveness? That’s new, boy.

Yet it worked. Makan lived for the way he was spoken to. As if he was a child still pressed along the curve of a mother.

The world was so new to him. Large and complex.

This brought feelings of comfort in all the confusion.

Granted the latter gripped him tightly when the man switched from his comfort to questions. The urine-stretched trespasser did not know what to say. Everything felt wrong in his brain. Yet the longer he thought the more a dull pain built in his skull. As if each new thought bulged against the walls of his head.

No.

So much thought for such little word. Speak up!

I don’t. . . I don’t know her. Who?