As the hunter crouched and spoke with the chicken farmer, he was not surprised at all by his reaction. In truth, Noah expected a much harsher reaction to the suggestion. With a lifted eyebrow, Noah rocked back on his heels. "I've known Chulane to be a pretty easy man to get along with," Noah propped his elbows on his knees before continuing, "and I don't think anything will happen with your flock. If anything, they might just get a little plumper. The ningos I have gotten from him have been the richest and best meat I've ever gotten from a bird." The fact that Noah had been eating ningo his entire life was implied, and he did not have to explain it to this man. "So what do you say, Arnold? We wrangle up these birds and move em over so that we can build the greenhouse, eh?" Glacier eyes turned to the birds before turning back to Arnold, body soft enough to convey the message. There were lots of things that Noah felt about the chickens moving to Chulane's, but he wouldn't say out loud because it would not matter to the natural man. He was too gruff to care that Chuy was a professional at animal handling and care, that he could mend a sick or broken creature, or that his heart may be made of literal gold.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
