Two Rivers Isle Cowboy angel

As fate would have it. She wasn't going to be alone at the river. A sour feeling rose up in her stomach, made larger by the fact that the girl was crying. Buckets of tears at the riverbed. She sighed, but continued forward.

You know tears are all well and good, but you better make sure you get your ass up after you cry 'em all gone.

Sadey settled beside the girl, within striking distance even and looked her over. Eyes peering over the trees. 

Tell Ole Sadey about it. Or we can sit here and you can wallow in your tears and irritate me either way.