"Achin' some," she says, holding her hands out to the flames now licking up branch and bramble. "Prob'ly just from sleepin' on the ground in this weather. Hurt somethin' fierce all winter long in Colorada."
She leans back on her heels, unbuttoning her collar and pushing her sleeve down enough to expose the scarred flesh on her arm. For such a superficial wound, it sure left an ugly mark to remember by. Long and jagged and discolored in patches.
She examines it for a moment or two before she draws her collar back up, and massages her bicep as she stands.
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"Achin' some," she says, holding her hands out to the flames now licking up branch and bramble. "Prob'ly just from sleepin' on the ground in this weather. Hurt somethin' fierce all winter long in Colorada."
She leans back on her heels, unbuttoning her collar and pushing her sleeve down enough to expose the scarred flesh on her arm. For such a superficial wound, it sure left an ugly mark to remember by. Long and jagged and discolored in patches.
She examines it for a moment or two before she draws her collar back up, and massages her bicep as she stands.