I was headed to my territory when I realized I had to stop by the saloon.
"No....don't go"
"If I don't then I risk the chance of them coming to look for me"
"They won't find you"
"When I come back to town for supplies they will see me"
"Go to a different town"
"Different town means different territory which means I'll be far away from the Davidson's"
"I like them"
"So we can't leave and have to settle with the locals"
"Fine....I still don't want to but....fine"
My cat seemed to be forming longer sentences now or maybe I was just finally understanding her way of communicating with me better.
Arriving at the town in the evening I noticed its bustling nature. It was dusk by now and the town was coming alive. I found it far too cramped with people to be enjoyable but many of the hum
