Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

Twitch, he smiled, nodding his head in acknowledgement. He could see the smile rising on her face, as if fighting her consciousness on the permission of its' arrival. Barrett would like to see her smile, he thought, for he was already quite curious of the woman before him. But he would keep distance, for now. Kept his stature soft.
Indeed he did, came an answer. Picked me up a day or two ago, down by the woods, few ways, eh, south-west'a here, and he looked around, now, throughout the clearing. Thinkin' I like it, but, haven't had the chance to meet many of yer folks yet. You'd be the first, Twitch, and he gave a smile. Wanted to move closer. Investigate her a lil' more. Kept a reasonable space between them, instead. He was no longer a boy, couldn't do what he pleased if he wanted the lady to be comfortable. Which, oh, he very well did, but, still, he extended an invitation:
You mind if I take that walk with you, hun? Asked the outlaw.

Got a hunt with yer chief later today. Reckon it could calm my nerves a bit. Whaddya think? Tail swept low behind him. No force behind his words. Only a softness as the stars kissed the raven-dark sky. Purple rimming the horizon.