Redsand Canyon sunset

Reyson had chosen his own name. He kept the name his mother had given him before she died. And he had added the last for the tree he had made his home under. It was as part of him as most everything else. And it suited him he felt.

He tore off a chunk of the leg that dangled over his shoulder and was giving him so much trouble. The crack loud in the area. He lay it down for her to carry, he felt she could handle that.

You were not born near here? He asked kindly.