Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

"time. 'untin'. whatever the lord wants, really." she did not know the matter of men coming to stay at akashingo. "but fer right now, oi'll give yew a taste. fetch me a fat pigeon an' oi'll make it worth yer while."
her canny eyes watched him carefully. no need to trek all the way toward the mesa to hike her metaphorical skirts. this one was polite and well-spoken. she'd had worse in her life.