Wolfariusorca

      The next morning, the girls drank their tea while reloading the Impala's trunk. Wagner hummed with Tree randomly filling in snatches of verse usually slightly altered to include the presence of a turtle, when a notably Southern drawl interrupted them. "Is that OUR salt?" it said.  A handsome face, tanned, rugged, but still good natured looked down at them. Wagner cocked her head. "Do people normally take your salt?" she asked quizzically. But tree was nonplussed. "Are you in the habit of making random accusations because I'm not accustomed to being the accused?" She slammed the trunk. Wincing, the man was just able to remove

                                     Turwin Snoing                                   By Wolfariusorca                               Dedicated