Blacktail Deer Plateau A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.

That single phrase did it.  She closed the distance with as much care as her self control allowed, but didn't touch him... just inspected.  Hijo she said softly, intently, as she searched him over for wounds.  He seemed sound enough.  And grown!

Where were you? she asked, and there was a small touch of exasperation behind the joy.  Children were okay to wander, but he'd disappeared without a word.  Where had he gone, and why?