Lion Head Mesa novella

his laugh - as fast, as acrid.

"mah legs, chiefly." he wouldn't look at her, feeling like he hadn't the right. show some shame 'afore a friend ya ain't done naw good for.

a sigh.

"mah children. ah'd brave th' wilds mahself if midas could stay safe. n @Medusa... well. she's an adder." said with a smile. "she don't need her pa no more, but a man has his worries..."

another, deeper sigh. he lowered himself to the stone.

"... but again, legs. ah ain't naw howlin' wolf, naw yappin 'yote. can't gamble on 'nother pack. gotta keep this'un whole." 

even though these days it seemed like the very redstone of the mesa was attempting to walk away.