Phoenix Maplewood Dust

The cowboy grunted at her description of the more lethal berries. He didn’t have much of a mind for that. In fact, he wasn’t positive how one would even know whether a berry would cause damage, or death, without trying it firsthand. He figured someone could watch and wait to see if anyone else brave or foolish enough would try them, but then that seemed like a long waste of time.

Reno, he offered to the girl with a small nod of his head. The dusty cowboy glanced to the left before settling himself. She didn’t seem like she meant any harm. If he hoped to find the rest of his gang, he knew that he would need to ask questions of the natives. No question about it, most folks would recognize when a band of outlaws roamed into town.

How’d ya get to know all this without hurtin yerself? the cowboy asked.