Silver Moraine hole in the earth

good. he replies. it eases his racing mind to have even a stranger on his side.

a plea to basic morality.

she is small. skinny. coyote-like.

a dry lick of his lips. he nods, then turns away.

you’ll know its her. you’ll know its not her boy.

and ambles off into the moraine before the vertigo can catch up to him.