Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

He tilted his head slightly, a grin tugging at his lips, but there was no warmth in it. Only calculation.

“Ay! You got me there.” His voice was smooth, like sandpaper against velvet, twisting into a toothy grin that hardly met his eyes. “What if this chico bonito is dangerous?" He questioned.

He stepped around a large mass of rocks that prevented him from closing the distance to her. Then, slowly, he tip-toed towards the bank of the little river, lowering himself to the rocky shore. His belly grazed the ground faintly as he crouched beside the lady.

Una serpiente en las aguas. He mimicked the hiss of a cobra, his tongue sliding between his unclenching grin. "What then, hermosa?