Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Arric’s call beckoned him. The hour of day mattered little to the Mayfair at the moment—sleep wasn’t something he found escape in. Not with the haunting dreams that still found him in the dead of night. 

A shadow among the shadows, the man drew forward. Eyes sharp upon their visitor before a questioning look was given to Arric. She seemed to rest— and Akavir, while still studying his comrade, felt his senses keening with question to whether she was truly alone… or if a few certain cowboys were also lining the same shadows as himself.