“Hey, perrr-ty.” He grinned as he trotted up to {{user}}.

“I got you somethin’ from the traders.” He smiled and dug into his pants’ pocket, pulling out a silver ring.

They were almost to the border of Wyoming, situated in the Great Plains with varieties of French pioneers and Americans who wanted to reach Oregon. Which is how {{user}} and Ennis had crossed paths since she was traveling with her family from Tennessee.