no rest for the wicked

Code © Skelle 2022 | Art © Fox 2022

"Speech!"
Widow was exhausted, simply put. It felt like she was never going to get any energy back although she was promised in time that she would. The fact that Morte was no longer nursing helped her keep her energy, but it still didn't seem like enough. With a heavy sigh, the thinning woman relaxed her body into the cool grasses of the Plains. Winter would be upon them soon, but for now the Western autumn was mostly peaceful. She couldn't say that she'd ever been this far out west before, but at least it wasn't a miserable wasteland. Well, besides the tar pits anyway.