Bitterroot Valley ✢ And his eyes all over me

Wind-footed. She liked that. "They call it itchy paws, where my grandmother is from," she told the man, watching to see if he would be amused by this. What sort of things made him laugh? Was he a man given much to laughter at all?

She was curious about him. Had always been, but it was becoming more and more apparent as she regained her energy and cleared her mind. He occupied it often.

"I'll certainly try," she promised him, another laugh punctuating the words. "Though you've kept me plenty warm."

She was young enough that any innuendo in the words was lost on her. And, in truth, was was surprised at herself by how quickly she'd become accustomed to the cold.