#westernwit

You might could say if he had any poor intentions he'd have sprung up like a spooked cat, hair on end and all. Giddy Rae didn't do nothin' of the sort though. He took his time standing up from where he'd been crouched by the satchel left at their bedside and didn't deny having been rifilin' through it.

"Lookit you, mornin' sleepyhead. Maybe you can tell me what your stuff ain't," he beamed, smile as wide as an ocean shore and eyes gleaming bottle blue bright.