Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Absolutely, positively, I will make us a brand new one right now! ^^

Reno nodded his head in an understanding way.

He’d hurt folk all over. He’d killed. Amalia had the idea that she wouldn’t do anything that made her feel out of sorts. It was a good mind, what she had. The cowboy wondered if his circumstances could have ever shaped him to be someone with kindness as a priority. It didn’t seem likely, thinking back on how he’d lived. Environment had shaped him into who he was. Without the gang, he wouldn’t have survived for long.

Yes’m, ‘course. He’d find a gopher for her. He’d carry it across the sagebrush and flatlands until he could offer her something in return for the company and gentle nature, she had shared with him.

They walked for a short while longer before the cowboy bid her farewell. When they had parted ways, it was some time before Reno could stop thinking about the things Amalia had said.