Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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he was unused to the manner of speaking proffered by the golden boy; it took a moment for him to understand, but presently he brightened and smirked at the youth's question, looking down at the quickly darting fish. i do not think i would be able to, either! he exclaimed amusedly.

as if to demonstrate the point, taltos pushed aside the sorrow and anger that had formed a sort of canker-sore within him, and snapped halfheartedly at the swarming minnows. for his efforts he received only a mouthful of water and a soaked muzzle.