Whitebark Stream Boots

That’s real good, miss. Good that ya found ‘em. I do hope yer gonna have a good life there.

Reno was a man of loyalty. So long as he could rely on those in his party, he would have their back through anything. It was a difficult decision to leave a home and join a gang of unknown men and women. Then to try to build a life in a place where nothing was familiar, well… it seemed a mighty feat. The cowboy often wondered what he would do without the Blackwatch gang.

Amalia’s playful remark was met with a crinkled grin. Reno nodded his head in agreement.

Yer mighty good, miss Amalia. A real kindness to the world. Ah reckon if we had more like ya, it’d be better all round. That wasn’t how the world was, though. There was good and bad in all places. Reno had a penchant for sniffing out the worst of it. He made a note to keep away from the girl’s new pack. Didn’t want to drag nothing awful through their home, didn’t want nothing from Stillwater bubbling up to find him.