Meadowlark Prairie goldleaf

teya wanted to believe him. she saw the earnestness in his face and heard it in his voice. and she knew, intrinsically, that bronco had been navigating this for far longer than herself. a sob rose in her throat; he was close enough to hear, even though the wind scoured down upon both of them.
and so, overcome, all she could do was nod. teya pressed closer and nestled her crown against his chest. "i never understand, bronco." her voice lifted to a soft keen. "he was so good as father. i send him away before she born. i not want to look at him."
"but — when reyes come back. come home. he love her. take care of her. i not know why he left. afraid he did not — mean to be away from her."
was she allowed the anger she still carried? all of a sudden she was crying, quietly as she could, as much from bronco's passionate reassurance as it was for anything else, everything tumbling like dominoes once the first fell.