Bitterroot Valley I know the story, Dad.

Friede’s ears swiveled with fleeting interest; did such things really exist? It didn’t take long for her to assume it was just Kendrick being himself and telling another one of his lies. Really? What did you do to make the High Elk so angry? she teased. Another moment would pass before she turned away from him to continue walking.

Anyway, I’m surprised you made it out of the fire. I mean, good surprised, of course. Friede looked at Kendrick with silent respect despite the remaining bitchiness visible in her expression.