Cole recoiled at the sight of the crimson fluid spilling down the figure's shoulder in the moonlight, a hand over his mouth to cover his gasp. He quickly moved down to listen for breathing, hearing gentle breaths coming from the figure’s mouth. “Aw shoot… w-what’m I s’posed to do?!” He whispered to himself, pacing around and scratching behind his ears as he got an idea.
“D-Doc Bennet’ll know what to do! I-I just gotta get you to ‘em!” He said, starting to talk to the unconscious figure. Cole started moving quickly, putting his hands under the arms of the mysterious person to try and heft them up on their horse, straining his back as he managed to shove them over the side of the large animal. “Get on up!” he barked while giving the side of the horse a gentle pat, the horse standing up with the person slumped across its back.
Cole took the horse by the reins, starting to lead it out of the barn and down towards the dirt road, taking care to keep things steady so the person on its back wouldn’t fall off. He took a look around, turning to glance back at the person now that they were under the brighter moonlight. He could see the person much clearer in the light, his eyes locking onto an obviously feminine figure under the large poncho they wore. They had a large hat that they wore on their back, the string at the bottom of the hat hung around their neck.
He saw long flowing dark hair that looked more like a cape with how luscious it was. And her face was one of the prettiest he’d ever seen. But as he took in more detail while walking, he suddenly stopped in realization. Those features… That was how people described…
“Y-you’re Red Mirage Millie…!” He said, more to himself than to her seeing as she was still completely unconscious. He took a few quick breaths, calming down slowly as he realized something must be wrong, noticing there was a big detail that people didn’t describe when they talked about her, one that would normally be pretty big to mention.
She was missing her left leg.
“But… that wound’s lookin’ fresh. Is that where the bloods comin’ from? But shouldn’t it be bleedin’ more?” Cole began thinking about what he was seeing, but quickly shaking it off. He couldn’t be thinking about things like that, this lady needed help, outlaw or not. He couldn’t afford to be sitting there and thinking about questions that the Doc would be answering anyways.
He grabbed the horse by the reins firmly again, and started to move out faster than before. The dirt road was familiar to him, moving down the path like so many times before, only this time with urgency and with his heart beating faster and faster.
It was only so long before he saw the town in the distance like before, moving as fast as he could with keeping the unconscious outlaw atop the horse in mind, putting a hand on her side to keep her on the horse even steadier. The horse wasn’t even pressed by the speed, a simple walk for the loyal animal.
However, at the outskirts of the town, Cole bit his lip. “S-Shoot, if folks see you, they might wanna just arrest ya…” He muttered, before changing approach to the town, heading for a space between two buildings on the outskirts, the Post Office and the Butchery. He knew they’d be empty this time of night, seeing as they closed at Sundown. Slipping the horse down into the alleyway, he kept an eye out for anyone who might be walking around.
“I’m glad things’re easy, but shouldn’t more folks be around….?” He wondered, before he snapped his fingers in recollection. The Ball! That must be what everyone was busy doing. Which meant…
“Shoot! Doc’ll probably be there too!” Cole hissed mentally, realizing he would need to drop her off at the clinic and then go to the Ball if the Doc wasn’t at the clinic. Settling himself with his new goal, he hurried along the shadowed alleyway with the unconscious Millie, lights coming from a few lamps and buildings opposite the line he was walking through. He knew where the Clinic was thankfully, due to having been brought there for dislocating his arm last year.
“You’re doin’ good big fella… just a bit further till yer owner is in better hands’n mine.” He gave the horse a gentle pat on the neck as they moved, the horse pawing the ground in response as it followed the young rabbit boy down the alley. They eventually got to the end of the row of buildings, finding themselves on the outskirts of The Town Square. Just to the north of the square was the Mayor’s home, a large building with lights and music pouring out of it.
Cole kept himself and the horse under the overhangs of buildings to keep them overshadowed from the lights of the lamps, only a few buildings away from the Clinic. Cole’s face visibly brightened when he saw the finish line of the journey, dropping a bit as he recalled it would only be the halfway point if the Doc wasn’t in.
He brought the horse out from the underhang, the horse huffing as it moved across the main road of the town, Cole hurried across the dirty road, pulling the horse along to the next overhang. Only three buildings to go. The sheriff’s office, the saloon, and the jailhouse. A non-coincidental placement. The first sheriff of the town liked to have the jailhouse and saloon next to his office for quick trips.
Of course, that also meant the most dangerous part of the trip. The sorts who weren’t invited to the Ball were likely the types to go to the saloon, which meant it’d be one of the only places with people inside of it. Which Cole could already hear with those large ears on the top of his head. Piano music, people talking and laughing, and a few less than pleased voices near the back from what he could tell.
With that knowledge in mind, Cole got up close to the wall of the Saloon, slowly starting to move his head closer to peak around and make sure he could Sneak Millie across without anyone seeing. He inched closer… and closer… slowly bringing his head to the door to take a-
“D’YOU THINK YER BEING SNEAKY?!” Cole’s heart practically jumped out of his chest, looking around rapidly for who saw him, his eyes wide and flicking around rapidly. The boy hopped around on his feet as he gripped the reins, his eyes skittering around the road.
BANG
Cole jumped back from the door and froze as a man flew through the swinging doors, landing in the dirt outside as he was quickly followed by a larger man with hedgehog quills poking out from under his hat, blending in with his hair.
“I KNOW YER CHEATIN’ DAMNIT! AIN’T NO FELLER GONNA HAVE A HAND FULL OF ACES WHILE I GOT ONE IN MY DAMN HAND!” The hedgehog man yelled, grabbing the man on the ground by his large otter tail and pulling him closer, readjusting his grip and pulling up the slender man by his collar.
Cole realized no one was looking at him, but there was no way he was gonna be able to sneak across the saloon door with that scene going on. Turning to turn around and find another way, he began to run back across the door to the sheriff’s office. The horse turned quickly, with the noise of fighting getting louder behind him. Taking a detour around the back of the sheriffs office, Cole started down the alleyway to the back of the clinic.
It was easy enough to pass the saloon and jailhouse now that everyone who might have been looking out the back was looking at the fight out front, letting Cole slip past finally and stop the horse outside the Clinic’s back door. Stepping out towards the oak door, Cole reached up and started to knock on the big door. “D-Doctor Bennet! I-I need yer help!” Cole called into the clinic, waiting desperately to hear any response. After a few breaths, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs of the clinic. He released a breath of relief, clutching the reins of the horse tight.
A few moments later, the door slowly swung open, a tall man with rat features standing in the doorway. Doctor Bennet wore a stethoscope around his neck, a white dress shirt with a black vest, and brown dress pants, and had a noticeably aged look to his face.. “What’s the matter boyo? Got another busted flipper?” Bennet asked, looking down at Cole before his eyes trailed up the reins and saw the person on the horse. “H-Hang on a minute now… O-Oh dear. H-Help me bring her in!” He said, jumping into action when he saw the injured woman on the horse, grabbing her unconscious form and despite his lithe form hefting her up into his arms to carry her inside.
“I-I’ll help!” Cole said, grabbing onto Millies remaining leg and holding it up to try and make the weight lighter on the doctor. The doctor carried the outlaw into the brick walled clinic, hurriedly setting her down on a white bed in the back of the Clinic. “Boyo, go get my bag from the front! Quickly now!” Bennet quickly requested, looking over Millie while lifting her poncho up to get a better look at the gunshot wound she had.
Cole quickly ran back, opening the door and running to the black bag atop the countertop and hefting it up to bring it back to Bennet, running back and dropping it onto the table next to the man.
“Thank you boyo. I’m not sure where you found this lass, but I’m gonna be working a while to stabilize her. You go wait outside.” Bennet said, giving the boy a pat between the ears and ruffling his hair.
“Yes Dr. Bennet. I-Is she gon’ be okay?” Cole asked from the side of the bed, looking over the outlaw he had found. Dr. Bennet simply shook his head, turning Cole around. “I don’t know yet. But if I focus, those chances rise that she will be. So please, go wait until I come back for you.” Bennet requested, his long rat tail reaching to the doorknob and opening it for the boy to go through.
After a small final glance to the doctor, Cole nodded softly and walked out into the waiting room of the clinic, sighing softly. He hopped out as the door closed behind him, the doctor taking a deep breath before the room went silent aside from the ruffling of clothes.
Cole couldn’t help but feel worry, wondering if Millie was going to be alright from those injuries she had, but he didn’t understand why. By all means, she was a criminal, an outlaw. She probably got those injuries doing something awful. But at the same time, he couldn’t just leave her to bleed out in the barn like that.
With his thoughts overtaking him, Cole gently placed his head against the chair he was resting on, his eyes closing slowly as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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The first thing Cole saw upon his eyes opening was the sun gently coming up over the horizon, shining in his eyes. The sunlight gently washed over the bed he now found himself in, a nice white blanket over himself, with the same bandit from last night across the room from him.
He let out a groan when he tried to sit up, a small crack coming from his back as he heard the door open to the little backroom. Standing at the front of the room was Dr. Bennet, smiling a bit. “Y’know, there’s a reason people sleep laying down and not on a chair boyo.” The doctor commented with a hum, sitting down slowly in the corner chair. He rubbed his eyes softly, dark bags beneath them with a minor bloodshot to his sclera.
Cole looked at the doctor, slowly sliding out of the bed with another crescendo of pops coming from his back. “Y-You alright doc?” Cole asked, walking up to the slender man. Bennet smiled and nodded, reaching down to the boy and giving him another pat between the ears.
Cole pouted a bit at that, it seemed like everyone loved messing up his hair there.
“I’ll be fine boyo. It just took a bit more work than I thought to get her treated. Her leg look like it got hit by a train.” He said with a dry chuckle. “But she won’t be bleeding from it any more so long as she doesn’t mess with the wound. I’m impressed by her gumption. Only reason she lived long enough to get here is because she cauterized her own leg somehow.” Bennet croaked out, his voice strained from how exhausted he was. Cole looked over to the woman with awe, the word cauterized completely lost on him, but he figured he got the gist of the rest of it.
“Hey doc..? Could you keep her bein’ here a secret?” Cole murmured softly, looking over the woman as the doctor turned to the boy. “Who would I have told? Outlaw or not, she’s a patient. We doctors have something called client confiden…. We can’t tell anybody about a patient.” He said, cutting himself off when he was about to mention patient confidentiality since he figured the boy wouldn’t understand all the big words that go into it.
Cole’s face morphed into a big smile, grabbing the docs tired hands and shaking it quite a bit. “Thanks a ton Doctor Bennet!” He cheered, rather loudly at that. Which made the doc wince, and turn to the sleeping woman, who slowly stirred in her bed. Her eyes slowly flickered open, showing some of the most crystalline blue eyes Cole had ever seen. He could almost feel her gaze move over him.
“W-Who’re you two… how’d I get here?” Millie asked, gripping her head with a hiss of pain, trying to sit up. When she began to move, the doctor ran over, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and easing her back down. “Hey hey, no moving now girlie. You need to let yourself rest before that leg reopens.” Bennet ordered firmly yet gently, keeping the woman in the bed she had been laid in.
“You’re in Dive City, at Doctor Bennet’s, my, clinic. That boyo there found you bleeding out in his family's barn and brought you here.” Bennet began explaining the situation, trying to keep things quick but not forceful. He knew she was likely stressed out, waking up in a strange place without any knowledge of how she got there. Millie nodded along, taking a look at the small rabbit boy in the back, humming a little bit.
“Thank you kindly boy. But I can’t stay here for long Doc. I’d rather not end up in a cell when I get out of here.” Millie began, trying to move again as she was once again stopped by the Doctor. “You won’t be going to any cell. I won’t be telling anyone you’re here. Normally I’d help you and tell the sheriff, but when you’re missing one of your walkers, I doubt you’ll be causing much trouble for folks from here on. Retirement isn’t too far on the horizon, Miss Millie.” Bennet broke the news with a sigh.
Millie looked down over herself, seeing her clothes had been removed and replaced with white bandage wrap, with a particularly thick amount around her shoulder and her missing leg. Her hands slowly gripped the sheets next to her, clenching tightly. She knew the doctor was right. Her outlaw days were over, whether she liked it or not.
“...What’dya suppose I do then doc? That sorta work’s all I got.” Millie slowly asked with a raised eyebrow, not sure what this doctor had in mind for her. “And why do you care? You know who I am right?” Millie’s suspicion filled question made the room go quiet for a moment, the Doctor taking a moment to sigh. He leveled his gaze at the woman on the bed, taking his round glasses off of his face and setting them down to look her in the eye.
“Oh I know who you are girlie. You’re a lass who’s made a lot of mistakes.A lot of bad choices too. I’m the last one to judge others for that. I know you’re not bloodthirsty. I also know you need to settle down now, and I think that will help you find a life you didn’t think possible before.” The doctor said slowly, sitting down in a wooden chair by the woman's bedside, the only noise after the doctor finished speaking was the creaking of his chair against the stone floor.
Cole felt awfully out of place in the current situation, staying quiet and trying to keep himself small so hopefully they wouldn’t mind him sitting there. This was the most serious he’d seen Doctor Bennet, and he didn’t want to interrupt during a mature discussion like that.
Millie stared at the Doctor intensely, her eyes sizing him up and looking for any sign of hesitance or disingenuousness. She scoffed after a moment, turning away and only looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “S’pose I do listen to you, who else in this town do you think feels the same way you do? Who’d bother lettin’ an outlaw like me in their door for work or otherwise?” Millie slowly interrogated, wanting to know just how confident this doctor was in his claims. The doctor looked for words, taking a deep breath as he rubbed his watch wrist slowly.
Cole started to think about the question as well. He didn’t know everyone in the town, but everyone he knew was always so forgiving and kind. Well… Almost everyone. But people like Mr. Bearson, Mr. Barret, Ms. Pendle, they were always some of the nicest people around. But they also knew Millie was an outlaw, same as Cole. Cole truthfully couldn’t explain why Mr. Barret was forgiving her so easily. Cole hardly understood why he saved her in the first place. Everyone said she hurt a lot of people.
But… seeing how calm she spoke, how easily she listened, he couldn’t see it. She didn’t seem anything like the stories. She seemed like anyone else, even if she were a lot more suspicious of Dr. Bennet than most people were.
“Ma always said folks eyes were the windows to their souls… but her eyes can’t be that purdy with the soul of a bad guy in there…’
“I don’t know lass. Most people fear you, rightly so. I know you’re not like most, but most don’t have the experience I have. They see an outlaw like you and an outlaw like Bloody Barrington as the same. But I’m sure we can find something for yo-” Barret began, trying to admit he didn’t know while not making things seem hopeless for the woman. But as he said he didn’t know where she could go, he heard someone he had almost forgotten was there.
“W-We could go talk to my ma. She might give you a job on the ranch…” Cole spoke up from behind, the two adults turning to face the small boy in the corner he spoke from. Millie raised an eyebrow, but Bennet turned with a smile on his face.
“You’ve got a good head on you boyo.” Bennett praised before turning to Millie. “With a Chestnut kid vouching for you, Alice will likely be much more open to the proposition. Of course, anything close to starting that will have to wait for now. You’re still recovering. I’ll go speak with her about it myself, it’s best to keep this sort of thing hush hush.” Bennet said, standing up from his chair, turning down to Millie as he stood. “How does that sound to you?” Bennet asked with a big grin on his face, the serious state he was in before melting away almost the moment he stood up.
Millie looked to the side while biting her lip, before sighing. “Ah what the hell. I’ll ride along.” She said with a sigh, deciding this was about the best option she’d be getting. She placed a hand on her head, turning to Cole. “...Thanks there kid.” She muttered with a small smile, turning back over to the window from which the sun shone through, covering the room in a gentle white light.
Bennet walked over to the coat rack near the door, tossing on a bowler cap and a black coat, turning down to Cole. “I’ve got to go get some supplies, could you do me a big favor boyo? I need you to stay here and get the lass anything she might need.” Bennet requested while sliding the coat on with practiced ease. Cole nodded quickly, his ears flopping around from the movement. “I’ll be a little bit, since I need to let your mum know where you’ve been and start to ease her into the plan.” Bennet added, giving a small tip of his hat to Millie as he opened the door to get going.
When the door closed, Cole turned slowly to look at the bandaged Millie atop the medical bed. He took a few tentative steps towards her, peaking around the bed he had been sleeping on. Millie turned to look at him, and saw the boy quickly duck back behind the bed, elliciting a chuckle from the aged woman.
“Heh, I’m not gonna bite kid.” Millie stated with a small exaggerated roll of her eyes. She saw his large ears coming out from behind the bed first, before the rest of the boy followed, stepping out to stand in front of her.
“M-Miss Millie, could I ask you a few questions?” Cole asked timidly, his hands in his pockets as he swung back and forth on the balls of his feet. Millie laughed a bit at the boy's actions now that Bennet was gone, before nodding and pointing to the bed across from her, deciding she’d indulge the boy. “Sure kiddo.”
Cole quickly scampered over to the bed, hopping up into it and crossing his legs atop it, before his eyes looked down to her own missing leg, shifting his posture to instead sit down with his legs flat out. “Is it true that you stole from Cooper Vandell himself?” Cole started his questions right away, starting with the ones he’d been wondering himself first.
Millie gently laughed at the sudden eagerness the boy expressed, hissing in pain slightly at the wound in her shoulder acting up with the shaking of her laughter. “Ah… I did, yes. And it was about time someone did too. That tycoon’s got more money than a whole city needs. Ain’t no one need that much for themselves.” She said with a scoff, before gesturing to her clothes in the corner. “I stole his prized Pistol, made by Marc Deston himself.” She said with a proud smile, crossing her arms over her bandaged chest.
“How’d you do that, Miss Millie?” The bunny eared boy asked, his eyes practically shining as he looked at the woman who lived the life of adventure he’d only ever heard from others. Millie sighed with a smile crossing her face, settling herself down to get ready to be telling stories for a while.
“Well, it all started when I got to Venillo city. Lots of real pretty houses and full pockets to get my hands on…”
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“Are you bein’ serious right now David?” A very unamused Alice cut in, sitting atop her Bigalisk, a bull sized lizard with pale gray skin and silvery glazed eyes. The lizard was patiently standing before the horse that Dr. Bennet rode atop, his medical bag hung from the saddle along with a large saddlebag on the opposite side.
“I am afraid so, Alice. She needs somewhere to work and stay, and this is the place furthest from town to give her time to adjust.” Dr. Bennet replied, taking his hat off as he looked at the frowning face of the middle aged rabbit woman. He had come here shortly after leaving the clinic with the intent of breaking the plan to Alice to get her approval and understanding, but it was proving somewhat difficult from the start.
“And what makes you think I want one of the most wanted criminals this side of the Frontier working my ranch ‘n staying anywhere near my kids?” She replied pointedly, her eyebrow twitching in clear annoyance. “She ain’t got a bounty worth more than a quarter of my ranch for nothin.” She added, crossing her arms as she stared at the Doctor, awaiting his response.
“I don’t think you’d want it, but I know you well enough that you’d understand why I think you’d allow it. You’ve seen worse lads turn back from that life firsthand. She just needs to get that chance.” The Doctor said, looking at her directly. “Your son sure believed she was a good person.”
“Yes, my 12 year old son who’s barely seen the outside of the city.” She snarked back, having a clear issue with trusting a child's judge of character, before closing her eyes with her ears twitching as she already knew what the doctors reply to that rebuttal would be. She held up a hand, cutting him off before he could make it.
“Fine… Fine, you’ve made yer point. I ain’t gonna sit through another hour lecture ‘bout the past. I’ll give her one chance. ‘N if she hurts anyone around here, I’ll be comin’ to make sure you got a leg matchin’ hers after I’m done with ‘er.” Alice sighed after her threat was made, putting her hand back on the reins of the Bigalisk. “Do you understand me, David Lowenthall Bennet?” She said, her gaze practically boring holes into the man she was staring at. With a nervous cough and a tug of his collar, Bennet gulped and nodded. “Y-You’re scarier than she is… I understand Mrs. Chestnu-... Alice.” The doctor replied with a bit of a stutter, before shaking his head and trying to remind himself she was 3 years younger than he was.
“Good. Now you go back’nd you tell ‘er that she’s allowed to work and stay here when she’s good enough to help, but she better keep her head down and keep outta sight from passersby. I don’t need no trouble with bounty hunters or the law.” Alice said, snapping the reins on her riding lizard as it began to trudge forward quickly, moving much faster than one would expect of such a stocky creature.
Left on his own in the middle of the grassy field, Dr. Bennet sighed. “She’s her fathers daughter alright…” The sleep deprived doctor muttered with exasperation, tugging the reins of his horse gently to turn it around, starting the trot back to town. The doctor shook his head some as he thought about how things were turning for the little city.
“...You sure know how to cause trouble.” The doctor thought out loud, shaking his head mirthfully. Bennet glanced out at the sunrise, the fresh dew on the grass causing the ground before him to shine and sparkle, the doctor smiling at the view as he pulled back on the reins, slowing the horse down. “Now isn’t that something…” He said with a small smile on his face while he had the horse slowly trot along the trail.
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“...And that’s when I’d taken his whole saddle right out from under him, and had his own gun pointed right back at ‘im!” Millie said with a smile, making a finger gun motion with her hand to accentuate her story to the young rabbit boy laying down on the bed across from her, his arms propping him up as he listened with stars in his eyes. The bandit laid back in her bed, adjusting her posture again to get in a fully relaxed position.
“Wow, so all them thangs people said ‘bout you were true…” Cole said from his position on the bed, sitting up across from her and crossing his legs on the bed. He hadn’t moved from his spot with the exception of grabbing Millie a glass of water when she asked for it.
Millie simply smiled and laughed at his response to her stories. “Well, not all of the things the little folk say about me’s true. For one I’ve never burned down an orphanage.” She said with a small roll of her eyes at that particular rumor. An orphanage did burn down, yes, but she had only been found a town over, but that was enough for some people to start accusing her. “But for the most partn’, what they say ‘bout me is true.”
Cole looked at the woman in awe, before a big smile crossed his face, flicking his nose as he put his other hand proudly on his chest. “I’m gon’ be just like you when I’m older! Folks’ll know my name all the way from Dip to Dive!” Cole said with his chest welling up with pride at his claims. However, the reaction was not quite as he had hoped.
For the first time since she had begun telling her stories, a deep frown overtook Millie's face. “Now boy, you listen here ‘n you listen good. You don’t wanna be known like I am. It ain’t right fer a boy like you to be looked at with fear ‘n disgust. You ain’t like me, and you don’t wanna be like me. I earned those glares.” She said sternly, pointing at Cole firmly. However, after a brief recoil, Cole steeled himself, and looked back to the woman with a point back at her.
“You think what I got lined up fer me is any better? Bein’ some nobody farmer in the middle of nowhere? There’s more ta life ‘n I know it, and if getting glares like that’s what I gotta take to get it, the whole world can hate me, but I ain’t gonna accept bein’ forgotten easylike! There’s gotta be more ta life than that!” Cole angrily called back, standing up from the bed and looking at Millie with his previously starry eyes hardened, a glare clear on his face. “I don’t care if folks love it or hate it, they’ll know my name!” He added after, an angry swipe of his hand through the air for accentuation.
The two stayed with their eyes locked for quite some time, Cole’s small chest rising and falling with his breath as he looked Millie directly in her eye, unflinching in his gaze. Millie returned the look with equal intensity, before Millie gently sighed. The sternness on her face slowly dripped away as she heard Cole go on about wanting more from life than what was allotted to him by the hand he had been dealt. “Kiddo…” She said softly, looking for the words she would want to say to him.
“I… I can’t blame you kid. I used to be just like you.” She began, her voice gentle but with a silent ache to it. She looked at the rabbit boy from her bed, her blue eyes ever so slightly glassed. “Some little girl that wanted more than what life gave her. But you gotta know kid. You can’t take shortcuts to get that. And you shouldn’t give up who you are for it either. You’re a good kid, don’t choose to be a bad man.” She said slowly, gesturing with her hand for him to come closer. Cole slowly obliged, walking to the side of the bed next to her. She tenderly reached over, placing a hand on the top of his head, between the ears just like everyone else.
“So to make sure you don’t make the mistakes I did, the least I can do is teach you how to do what I do. The last thing I want is for you to go down my side of the road.” She consoled softly, looking at the small white haired boy. “You wanna be a legend kiddo? You want everyone to know your name?” She said slowly, turning to look him directly in the eye, the boy nodding firmly.
“Then you promise me right now. You promise me you won’t take any shortcuts. You promise me right now you won’t forget who you are.” She said firmly, looking him in the eye intently, the pairs blue eyes locking as Cole took a small gulp.
“I-I promise Miss Millie.” Cole replied, surprised at her offer and how things had turned. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t elated at the thought of being taught by a legend like Millie.
“You want everyone to know your name, right kiddo? Then what better spot to start than with me. What's your name?” Millie asked with a smile, seeing an even bigger smile cross Cole’s face as he flicked his nose with his thumb.
“Heh, names Cole!”