"I haven't," Carver realizes, and his expression softens a little. It's easier talk about these things than the bruises around his throat, the shit that went down here and got him spun out. Some of the history from back home is tender, a break only just healed, but not that.
Nah. Not that.
"I grew up nearby the Ute Mountain reservation. My grandma, she knew a bunch of people there and they looked after us even though we weren't part of the tribe." He smiles at the remembering: those were good times. Good people. "Auntie Teresa, she was my favorite. She and her husband, they had horses. Taught me how to ride. And I'd hang out with the cousins. They treated us like family. Course, my grandma was dating all their brothers, but they just rolled with it."
He huffs.
"My grandma was a little wild. Good and bad ways. She was drunk more often than she wasn't. Nearly burned our house down twice. But we did all right, in the end."
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Date: 2023-09-24 04:49 pm (UTC)From:Nah. Not that.
"I grew up nearby the Ute Mountain reservation. My grandma, she knew a bunch of people there and they looked after us even though we weren't part of the tribe." He smiles at the remembering: those were good times. Good people. "Auntie Teresa, she was my favorite. She and her husband, they had horses. Taught me how to ride. And I'd hang out with the cousins. They treated us like family. Course, my grandma was dating all their brothers, but they just rolled with it."
He huffs.
"My grandma was a little wild. Good and bad ways. She was drunk more often than she wasn't. Nearly burned our house down twice. But we did all right, in the end."