Bearclaw Valley Simple Art

Cole grinned, tossing the pelt over his shoulder with a grunt of satisfaction. Reckon I won’t have so much pain in my back no more, he said with a relieved chuckle, adjusting the weight. He gave her a nod of gratitude, his southern drawl smooth and appreciative.

Much appreciated, Milana. I’ll be puttin’ it to good use, don’t you worry, he added, giving her a final look. Take care now.

With that, he turned and trotted off, the pelt sitting comfortably on his back, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders.