Luneshale Pass colina

her stance softens. some kind of alchemy happens behind those doe eyes; like metal melting down to malleable liquid. 

it’s pretty. 

soto follows her silently. he knows luneshale well, but wonders which vista will claim her attention today. 

perhaps she will end up by the babbling springs with their river water cold from mountain origin. or perhaps she wishes to see the field of euphorbias and opuntias; nature’s thorny garden in a climate where even the temperature has fangs. 

he stops for a moment to loosen another secretion of piss. it’s his way of showing the world — and her — that he’s here for business.