Sequoia Coast Walking to the shore.

Thistle looked at him and said softly you're father is not hurt or going to be hurt that much I can promise you. It is something personal between him and I and someone else. You are more than welcome to ask him if you wish. I am just not going to speak of it, because I don't like to be mean and I'm still upset about it. That was the best she could do, Thistle did not like to speak ill of others, and if she spoke right now she would be speaking ill of him, because her irritation and hurt and anger would color her words.

She looked at the boys and wondered if the older boy could play? Surely he could still play, is this the fate her own sons had coming that they couldn't even play?