Redsand Canyon A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell

breath snorted bullishly through his nostrils. germanicus did not look toward the shadow. he did not think that he could bear the look he knew stood starkly in the other's eyes.

"it is not your fault she is a trespasser," he said quietly. his attention rested on the girl with her explanations. she was small and quite young. she could be forgiven, he supposed.

"crowfeather is a good man to speak for you." the imperator stepped back. "speak. tell me your name. who you are. where you come from."