Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She paused, her swaying steps almost halting completely. He obviously knew this land better than she did - unless it was a trap, and he'd lead her to his family and they'd skin her pelt. She hated needing to rely on this stranger, and her shoulders stiffened, shooting a glare over her shoulder. She was silent a beat longer, then finally said: "Or you could just tell me."  No matter that the pounding in her head was growing worst, she was stubborn as a mule when the situation called for it. Continuing on had crossed her mind, but truthfully, she needed help. Getting her to admit that to a stranger, however, would be near impossible.