Horses, Rivers, & Trains.
Here is a little snippet of what I writing.
“Maybe ‘Ol Chief Nampa/Big Foot knew we were watching and was too scared to come out and play.” Reed put his arm over my shoulder. I shivered. “Cold?” he tightened his grip.
More lost and confused. “No, no. A muscle spaz.” I said.
Reed stopped by the side of Maura’s house, pulled me closer and wrapped both arms around my waist. “I hoped you were cold so I could keep you warm.”
My arms at my side not sure what to do; Return the hug or stand still? Reed eased back and cupped my face with his hands.