Follow the Leader

Bighorn Basin - Wyoming

Perrine arched a brow at the sudden wind change that ended in his journal being easier to catch. In his experience, when the wind does something random it makes adjusting to it more unexpected. He wondered if there was more than meets the eyes about this snow haired Native American dressed girl accompanied by a tamed wolf. There obviously was something to pay attention too.

He wasn’t going to walk because of her. It was not some chivalrous gesture for Sophia. It was a consideration for Luna. He didn’t want to burden her with all the extra passenger weight. If Sophia wasn’t going to take his offer to ride, then he was going to ride. Conserving energy is important when surviving in the wild. The more energy one exerts the more food and water one must consume. He was going to ride.

Perrine signaled to Sophia a thumbs up to her statement. His facial expression indicating that whatever turned her crank was fine with him; walk don’t walk, it was all good. He left it at that. Trying to convince her otherwise, or explain, would just take extra time writing back and forth. Time was important not to waste, especially in the middle of the night when there was somewhere you were trying to get to.

Perrine nodded his head in thanks as he took the journal back from her. He returned it to its place sitting beside him on the open wagon. He then neighed to Luna and the horse began moving again. He signaled to Sophia and yipped at Honey to follow.