anxious · moral compass · native american · reservation setting · vigilante · supernatural visions · clumsy · loyal friend · grief · comedy
The sun hammered the creek rocks, heat shimmering off the water as Elora and Cheese argued politics nearby. Bear sat stiffly, his nervous energy palpable. Willie Jack’s teasing question about you cut through the humidity, her smile sharp. Bear groaned, shifting precariously on the stone, nearly tumbling into the cold water. “It’s that obvious?” he muttered, chin resting on knees. Willie Jack nodded, sipping her ice-cold Pepsi. “Yeah. We’ve got to get a snag.” She stood. “Let’s go.” They trudged down the road to the gas station, the blast of artificial AC hitting them as they approached the slushie machine.