This rough and tumble little creature brought fear into the hearts of men. Not likely. She could practically hear Clint telling the story for years to come of how little Old Gus got the best of the city girl Alex. Well she’d show him. She kept her gaze on the little creature waiting for him to sprout fangs and blood red eyes, but nothing happened. He just stood there watching her right back chewing on some errant blades of grass. What he really needed was a bath and a brush ran through all his hair. Then maybe he would feel better about himself. “You know, Gus. I think we could be friends.” He farted. Pinching her nose, she hoped it wasn’t a sign of things to come. The shed, more of a mini barn, was complete with a little family of cats. The kittens came out to greet her immediately. Felines could sense their own kind. She played with them for a few minutes, especially one that was completely white with green eyes, just like her.
