Phoenix Maplewood Dust

The girl smacked her lips clean of the berry stains and, with no hesitation, pushed some toward the dusty cowboy with a smile that easily swept her features. The man stood awkwardly, unsure about accepting her generous offer without speaking further. She might have just been hoping to share her moment of delight, he thought.

Folks sure were nice around those parts.

Reno dipped his head and scooped up a row of the berries on his tongue. When he bit into them and juice erupted in his mouth, he found the flavor to be strong and sweet. The cowboy was pleased enough with it. He hummed thoughtfully before flashing a quick and rough grin at the girl.

Yer right, miss. Sure is sweet on the lips. Some of these’ll make a man sick, won’t they?

Reno wasn’t too well educated on berries or other herbs. He knew that there were some plants that could kill a man. It was best not to mess with those things.