He looked at her confused. This wasn’t the Daisy he loved and raised. What was going on? Didn’t she recognize him? Or was there something else going on?
Her demeanor was different, her stance tense and guarded. “What’s going on sweetheart?”, Bill said with a soft voice. Trying to calm her down with a soft lullaby he used to sing at his farm. But it didn’t help. His buffalo wouldn’t let him come any closer…