fired his rifle into the sky

[Larkspur D'Angelo]

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She did not speak a promise, but he believed it was such. His large, rough hand held onto her own and he smiled with a shadow of the devotion he held for his aunt-mother. Perhaps in time, this woman too would become a god to him. “Forever’s a long time,” he replied wistfully, an oddly deep thought for such a simple soul. He considered the ini and the things that he could not speak of, and looked to the earth.

Something under his feet turned and he felt it, but did not comprehend what it meant. “D’ya need t’git anythin’?” He asked, looking back up to her.

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