Henry sat in the darkness of the old shackhouse that Hootie left behind. The only light within was the sun shining through the cracks between the planks on the walls and the dingy rag covered window. Just a small fire lit in the stone fireplace for used for cooking illuminated the inside. That was all.
"Don't seem right that yer Ma just ups and leaves ya." He said to himself. "Not right a'tall."
Henry stood and practically stomped over to the leather flap door and held it open. "It aint that I weren't lookin' out fer her ner nothin'..." He huffed as he stepped outside. "Why I'm agonna find out were she gone and I'm gonna lookout extra careful after her..." He trust his hands into his pockets and took in a deep breath ready to take on th world. Well at least all of Kansas.