Bitterroot Valley ✢ Pretty boy

boy.

a boy that come spring would be a man. he'd be old enough to sire children; and though forced to grow up a long time ago in the worst of ways as sickness ate away at his mother, trying desperately to track down his brother and father, both of whom had vanished in a trail of blood —

and yet in some ways, he felt younger than ever.

thank you. ezra offers, knowing he would have to prove his gratitude by pulling his weight and proving his worth.