Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

His Granme's tongue came quicker to him as he aged. Perhaps a way to keep her with him. Though it had always fit him. That language that way.

Eti motioned with his sandy brown head. Dere me scrub grass over dis way. Rabbit, weasel sometimes, odder. You got get somet'ing good in stomac'.

Etienne turned the way he had motioned. Not waiting to see if the coyote came with or not. If he didn't a meal to take home to Anselm, Fiona.