Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

He found himself caught off-guard, taken like a rabbit kit from a burrow. Damn, one of those sounded good right about now too.

Beau had always been a runner, whether from the sharp jaws of Erasmo or the bang of the creature who watched over the cows. There was no reason to fight when you could spare yourself the trouble.

A snarl, a push and a pull, and he darted back the way he came.

At the very least, he would have good news for Leto.

Beau out!