Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

a wooing.
she was a queen, not a common woman. colt did not know this dance, but for the grace of her touch he would attempt. teeth found the juncture of throat to shoulder. he blew warm breath through her vibrant pelt, then turned.
the side of his own neck bared.
fair was fair; the cowboy waited in position to see if she would recant and lunge.