Whitebark Stream Boots

They are so sweet. >w< I cannot wait to see how this progresses.

That was better.

Amalia had found her catch in one of the fleeing gophers. She gripped it and ended its life in a swift motion. Reno watched from his hole with a small smile. When she looked around for a place where they might eat it, he wondered why she hadn’t just started. Before he could ask what her hesitation was, her dark figure scooped up her catch and she carried it over to a grouping of trees. The cowboy followed her with an easy sway to his figure.

She’d thought it unkind to eat it so near to their homes. Reno chuckled softly at this sentiment. He’d never taken into consideration things of that sort. Then again, he’d killed young men on the doorsteps of their mother’s homes.

Y’know you don’t need to share with me. That’s yer prize won, miss. And I don’t mind much if ya feel hungry enough to eat the whole thing. The dusty cowboy nodded his head to her. His lips curved in a gentle smile that did not quite reach his gaze. Reno squinted against the sun and moved to settle in the shade near Amalia.