Fuck it, he decided. He pulled up the app. "Hey, man, not to get all homo or whatever, but . . .." He took a breath. "My name is Charlie. I live on th... south side of town, and I do construction." His hands shook slightly, and he continued. "I just feel like we have a legit friendship, and I wanted to show it. Don't be all weird about it :p."He tossed his phone aside after sending the message, and started up Cyberpunk to distract himself from the vulnerability that he now felt. But that only. All the Chippewa girls kept their hair in braids to show fealty (Judy had absolutely no idea what “fealty” meant but that is what the tribe leader told them the first night of summer camp) to the “Great Spirit”.The Chippewa’s were reputed to be great fishing experts and Judy had never fished in her entire life.Today, her tribe was to learn all about snakes. She was not very happy about that. The very sight of the snakes scared her and made her tremble down deep inside. They kept telling them. To him, he sounded just like his dad. That gave him confidence, just to think that.“Where are you from? I hope you don’t mind me asking.” She asked in a flat, dry voice, as if she really didn’t care but asked anyway.“Tulsa,” he stated softly, barely audible to her.“Where are you going? To Kansas City?” She asked, still trying to get him to talk.“Nope,” he answered, determined not to tell her anything. He still didn’t trust her for some reason. Her face was strained when she tried to smile. She. "Flint laughed. "Not likely, not for flashing your gorgeous legs, anyway. Still, that you straddled and rode that stallion bareback might have shocked him. I take it you've been around horses." I grew up with them," Danny said. "When Gabby got too old to take care of our horses and when I couldn't because I was too busy in school, he sold them. That was a sad day for both of us. Do you ride?" Badly," he said. He nodded toward the bedrooms. "They'll be awhile. If you want, I'll ask Tammy to.