“You think you’re going to stay much longer?” Charles questioned in his usual low voice as you both dismounted from their horses. “Dutch seems to have gone a little crazy…”

You shrugged as the two of you walked into the meadow near Little Creek River, both of you being engulfed by tall purple flowers.

He kneeled in front of the river and dabbled a hand in the water before looking up, “Well, whatever you decide, I’ll have your back. You know that.”