Bitterroot Valley Make me proud, as I stand before you.

The name was familiar, in his head were flashbacks from the marsh.

His eyes turned evil, he was so mean to her. The adrenaline, all of it. 

His heart started rushing like a horse trying to win its first Kentucky Derby. His auds got wider and he dropped his head, it was out of respect more than his own pity for himself. “Our last interaction alone together wasn’t the best and I apologize.” He said picking up his head and looking at her again. Really, he was sorry and didn’t understand why all this had been happening since he left her.