Lone Star Mountain Pulse

Too late. While he had been unable to think or do anything, she had already passed on. Ashlar looked at his first failure with a sense of horror. The sorrow and guilt would have kept him there for eternity, it felt like, if the other man hadn't spoken. The healer forgot that he was there.

Ashlar nodded, then moved mechanically to follow Arsenio's lead and help however he could. At least this he could do, though a small sorry did escape him, barely audible. Maybe it was to her, maybe it was to him, maybe it was to all of them. He should have known what to do. Baba would have done something.