Swiftcurrent Creek She's your saving grace my friend

Fin.

As quickly as he had materialised in front of them he was gone again. She stared after him, her face in a deadpan state of perplexity despite his very good (albeit very vague) reason for being off. She blinked and cast a glance at Jace, then laughed. C’mon, then, let’s rustle up some food. I’m sure I was drooling the entire time I carried that fat rabbit to the border, she said.

With that, she picked up the pace again and presumably Jace would follow her while she settled in a bit before he resumed his duties for the evening. For the next two days she anticipated running into Ferdie again as she went about, but little did she know that by the time she would see him again it would be under much different circumstances and the hope she had of being a help to the gentleman would come to a dead-end. Her sense of urgency had been knocked down a few degrees by what she had seen of him.