Lost Creek Hollow Hurry before the pain sets in

Inkeri shook her head. We do not know. Know. Gunnar has given him fur to drape across, and cool moss, herbs for fever. Fever. But he only know so much. Much.

As they came to her, she would lead them away. In a racing movement, her body not yet exhausted. She only hoped they could keep up. To tary here would be the boys death and she wouldn't have that on her conscious. No sir. Not her.

Once they arrived. She'd lead them to Gunnar and she'd be off.