Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

Decision time.  It couldn't hurt, to stay here a while.  He hadn't been looking forward to the long trip home midwinter anyway, and holing up until spring at least seemed like a good plan to him.

I can keep strangers out so long as you don't need me to kill any one that passes by.  And I am pretty clear on where I'm goin around here.  Been rangin these parts a good long while. Most of it had been on a passing through status, but he recalled it clearly and rarely had to worry about getting turned around.  

Mostly? Experience.  He gave a small smile, not quite willing to call himself old per say, but willing to at least name it an asset.