Bearclaw Valley so close to what

Cole’s grin softened at her agreement, a rare flicker of satisfaction warming his otherwise stoic features. Then it’s a deal, he said, his drawl low but certain, like a stone rolling into place. We’ll track ‘em together—see if this idea holds any water.

He shifted his weight slightly, settling into a more relaxed posture as his gaze lingered on the distant horizon. The thought of working alongside her felt natural, even comforting, in a way he wasn’t sure he could—or needed to—explain.

Few days it is, he agreed, letting the moment linger between them like the quiet rustle of leaves. Then, with a nod, he let the thread of conversation slip into silence, content to let their plans carry them forward.

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