Mudminnow River too sweet for me

He let out a low grunt, his voice carrying the weight of a promise he didn't make lightly.
Good, he said simply, the word gruff but firm, a single syllable that spoke volumes.
His gaze softened just slightly, enough to betray the steel behind his next words. They'd have'ta pry my cold bones from the ground to get rid of me.
There was no room for doubt in his tone. It was a vow as unyielding as the mountains surrounding Bearclaw Valley. For a fleeting moment, his nose brushed hers, the gesture both gentle and claiming, before he pulled back, leaving the air between them charged.
You're stuck with me, Winnie, he murmured, his voice low, gravelly, yet somehow tender. And I ain't goin' anywhere.

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