“Pretty beautiful, isn't it?” Harold’s canteen stopped at his lips. Caught off guard by the sudden conversation despite hours of silence.

“What did you say? You can't just talk to me out of nowhere now.” He grumbled, sitting up straighter.

“The sunset, Son.” Pa sighed. Rather he was taking it in or finally letting his annoyance show, Harold couldn't really tell from the back of his gleaming head...