Blackfoot Forest [m] I think that she knows, can't keep sealed tight

Cole’s gaze softened as he caught the glint of defiance in her eyes, and he dipped his head just a fraction, a hint of apology in his tone. Didn’t mean to rile you, ma’am, he said quietly, voice low and steady. His words were meant to settle, not to poke.

But even as he spoke, he didn’t let up his stance — broad-shouldered and grounded, like he’d brace her storms without bending. He hadn't meant to impose on her character. Jus' in his nature to comment— even when he should be keepin' his mouth shut. Just keepin’ watch, he added, gaze unwavering, steady as the mountains. What kinda woman are you, then? Got this valley in a ruckus.

There was no mirth in his eyes, only a respectful distance, as if to say he didn’t enjoy stirring her temper, but he'd stand firm regardless. 'Sume that's no fault o'yer own. Jus' curious.