Whitebark Stream Boots

It took almost no time at all for the girl to appear. Her long legs carried her swiftly across the earth and toward him. Reno swayed slightly, waiting for her to reach where he stood. His golden gaze glittered at the touch of the sun. When she had bound across the land and reached him with a gentle nudge and a bright smile, he couldn’t help but to turn his head bashfully from her gaze.

Howdy, miss Amalia, the cowboy drawled to her in his rough-edged voice. His tail swayed easily from side to side. His crinkled, squinted gaze was lifted to her features. She looked happy, healthy. It was a fine sight. She was even kind enough to ask him how he was doing.

Oh, I’m alright. Been wanderin’ round these parts fer a while now. Weren’t expectin’ much, but it’s a fine place. Found some gophers, too, if yer still up fer some huntin’.

The dusty figure moved to make himself more comfortable. He was sure that she would like to chat a bit before they raced off to find gophers. Reno would like to hear how her days had been, anyway.

How ya been, miss Amalia?