Lion Head Mesa aon

The big man came down from his perch; the dust rose around him as he did so, and Mo was left squinting and wheezing until the air cleared. Then, she saw just how much larger he was, close-up. In moments he was lifting her chin up, demanding her full attention.

Ye bet, ah kin dae that! Give me a bite tae sloch 'n' some guid dram, 'n' ah will dae whitevur yi'll want. He called her a dog, and while others might have taken offense she did not; she was a dog, unfit for the world she had wound up in.

As brash as Morag could be, she found her voice weakening the longer she stood in this man's shadow; she could not tell where it started and he ended. The sun haloed around him and made everything seem gigantic, swallowing her up except where the light burned her eyes.

Whit dae ah ca' ye, sur?