He frowns then. "Like when we started running off those buffaloes," he says, knowing that is becoming an issue in some parts. "Why people keep moving out and up towards the border. Like this place up there,' he says, nose wrinkling.
Sitting back into the heat of the water, marveling at how much things had changed. This place doesn't show that, not to this degree. "I grew up like that. Fighting for food, having to eat little because we had mouths to feed. I'm sorry you went through that though."
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Sitting back into the heat of the water, marveling at how much things had changed. This place doesn't show that, not to this degree. "I grew up like that. Fighting for food, having to eat little because we had mouths to feed. I'm sorry you went through that though."