Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

all the time, georgia nodded, flicking her tail. the fish were thin this time of year, and so it did not take her long to eat. if anything, she would likely catch another later. easy game. 'n' ya can't afford to take risks when ya're all by ya lonesome, hun.

and it was to lonesome that she would return. she stood, now, once all that remained were fishbones, and gave the girl a tilted smile. you be safe, goldie. lovely chats.

if she were anyone else, she'd give a tip of her cowgirl hat and a 'giddy-up' to her steed, but instead she would flick her tail and turn away, fawn shoulders rolling as she continued west, around the bend of the lake. watching the shifting colours.

exit georgia!