Redsand Canyon Dusty roads ain't made for walking

germanicus kept his mind upon the organized tasklist he carried inside his mind always.

there had not been another sighting of the attacker nor the sons of the saints. mulberry had settled into her role. towhee proved his placement of her had been correct.

aquene healed. the patrols went on.

the howl of a stranger brought the eagle on. he regarded the pair: a man with dark eyes and a woman with a pleasant pelt. "this is mereo. i am its imperator. what brings you?"

his tone was unreadable and his yellowpaint eyes missed nothing.