Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

"None lie to you and get away with it," A truth more than a compliment. He believed the Widower was not the sort to be easily flattered, but that appreciation would be valued. The coyote was not one to double-cross or betray, he felt. It was touching that she'd even honoured him with the pleasure of a visit. Clearly, she had no idea that he'd been reaching out as if in a dream- expecting nothing in return. 

"I apologize if I've pulled you from an errand," He said modestly. It seemed she was on the hunt for something which he assumed was more a metaphor than being literal. He lifted the rough-polished turquoise from the water, somewhat ashamed of the progress he'd failed to make with it. "I regret not learning more from you about refining gemstones..." He said. "But I'm glad you came." His gaze narrowed. With her, his goals were a distinct possibility. 

"This desert is a treasure chest." He said. "Untapped. And this place, this oasis...It has potential." He said. "As obvious as it seems, you'd never have known just how many of my own, personal caches you stepped over on your way here," He said, with a wily smile. "It could work, Widower."