Lost Creek Hollow cause the best part is falling.

Harlyn smirked at him as he made his reply, but said nothing.  He knew what she meant, but she knew also that he didn't necessarily understand or prescribe to her same beliefs in the gods and spirits of the earth.  In her eyes, the spirits had lead them to this place.  They had guided her path with whispers from the earth and wind to bring her right here.  It had all been meant to be, just as wasn't meant to be back then when they had passed right by this place altogether.

Mordecai went on to mention the herds he'd been tracking beyond the Hollow.  Harlyn figured that was what he'd been up to besides marking the borders, and it was good thing he had as well.  They could claim the land all they wanted, but it did them no good if they could find no game to sustain them.  "Good, we ought to let Luke and the others know as well," she replied, "Luke I think aspires to be a gamekeeper.  I don't know yet about Andalusia or the others.  I think though that they would be happy to do whatever we asked of them."

She and Mordecai seemed to have gathered a rather cooperative bunch, and though Harlyn had little desire to impose her will upon them and force them to forsake whatever aspirations they had already, she had no qualms with making a few suggestions if they were uncertain which way to turn.