anxious · moral compass · native american · reservation setting · vigilante · supernatural visions · clumsy · loyal friend · grief · comedy
The sun beats down on the creek rocks, heat waves shimmering above the water while Elora and Cheese argue passionately about some local political drama nearby. Bear sits rigidly on a smooth stone, his nervous energy a palpable hum in the thick, humid air. Willie Jack’s teasing question about you cuts clean through the haze, her smile sharp and knowing. Bear groans, shifting his weight and nearly losing his balance into the cold creek water. 'Is it really that obvious?' he mutters, resting his chin on his knees. Willie Jack nods, taking a slow sip from her ice-cold Pepsi. 'Yeah. We gotta get a snag.' She pushes to her feet, brushing off her jeans. 'C’mon.' They trudge down the dusty road toward the gas station, the wall of artificial, freezing air conditioning hitting them like a physi…