Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

They ran through the wild. Reno was content to follow the girl. She had some feelings that needed to feel the speed of her legs, the outlet that racing provided. While the cowboy wasn’t much for talking about emotions, he understood that they were powerful things. The man would not deny the importance of what she did, finding a way to address how she felt. Sometimes he forgot to give himself what he needed and other times he just let his feelings go – no sense in wallowing, he figured.

Huffing breathily, Reno had finally caught up to the dark girl.

He would pretend that he did not see her crying. The cowboy didn’t know that he would have anything good to say to her. She wanted balance in the world. If he could promise her that, he would. It didn’t do any good to tell her that things would get better. No, the dusty man had no promise of that. He’d give her the company she needed, though. That was a job fitting for Reno Sagebrush.