Lost Creek Hollow We can't spend our lives waiting to live

there was a man nearby that morning. silvertongue kept to the veiling shadows of the hollow, her glassblue eyes watching him. he was strong and hale with ivory pelt, and at once she was intrigued. presently the star unfurled into vision and put her head to one side as she padded toward the stranger. "looking for something, señor?" silvertongue purled with observation in her teasing gaze.