Lost Creek Hollow sweet mornin's

Cole's gaze softened at her words, his posture remaining relaxed but steady, a quiet reassurance in his presence. He could see the wariness in her eyes, the weight of uncertainty pressing on her small frame. His voice, low and tinged with his southern drawl, broke the silence.

Lost, huh? he mused, tipping his head slightly as he regarded her. Well, maybe I can help. What’s your brother look like? Might’ve seen him ‘round, or leastways, I could keep my eyes peeled.

His tone was gentle, as if to coax her nerves into settling. Ain’t no harm in hopin’, he added, offering the faintest of smiles. This place can feel mighty big when you’re lookin’ for someone. Best we don’t do it alone, yeah?