Lost Creek Hollow galleta

Swordfish had seen it. The boy did not want her to know that he had watched her eyes fill with tears, sudden and hot. She had turned away swiftly and he wanted to honor her attempt. The boy didn’t like talking about feelings, anyway. They muddled everything up.

C’mon then, lass. Let’s see the creek.

Moss would probably have a dozen tasks for him to do when he returned. He wasn’t looking forward to the work, but he had grown to like the strong woman’s company. She didn’t mess around. She didn’t fuss. She was rough and strong and she carried her confidence in her impressive figure. Swordfish wished that he could be so impressive.

Y’know I ain’t much fer mushy talk. My brother tried talkin’ to me ‘bout that stuff. Talked ‘bout this girl I really liked, he drawled to her, eyes fixed firmly on the vague distance. How d’ya know what love feels like? Not just family love. Real love? How’d I even know if I ever felt it before?