The morning had come as quickly as the shooting star from the night before. The sun’s beams reached the eyes of Widowmaker, who groggily opened his eyes to the light. He yawned, smacked his lips and tiredly looked for Pecos, who was slumbering under the shade of a nearby desert oak tree. After he stretched out his legs, Widowmaker cried a loud whinny to Pecos as a wake-up call.
Just like Widowmaker, Pecos slowly lifted his heavy eyes from the weight of exhaustion. He let out a giant yawn and stretched out his limbs and body. He sluggishly rose up from his makeshift dirt bed and crawled over to the small watering hole right by the camp.
Widowmaker joined Pecos to wash up with his usual routine: he would swallow a mouthful of water, swish it around in his mouth, and aim at a nearby bowl-shaped cactus. He spat each drop at the cactus and made sure that not even one would fall out of it.
Pecos let out a small chuckle at his partner’s antics. “As impressive as that is, Wid