Redsand Canyon Touch grass.

His words were as flattering as they were selfless. Towhee still searched his face. Now she thought she could see some cracks in his stoic facade. She appreciated what he had to say, though she meant what she said about not taking it lightly.

Thanks, it means a lot, she said. There are considerations beyond you and I, even Maxim and the littles. I don’t know what the other Redhawks might do. I think some would follow, others may stay. I’ve been stuffed in a hole for weeks, I have no idea how ours—or Epoch’s—numbers look right now.