Swiftcurrent Creek It's difficult to say what's luck and what's not.

She was eager for a place to rest—or, simply looking to entertain herself with a tidbit of what was occurring at the creek.

“Nothing that would be a danger to you,” he offered to her, eyes gleaming a she studied her—again, not divulging much information either way. “We’ve no need for anything right now. We’re not looking to host a stranger for a night or two.”

He paused, tongue sweeping over his lips—not truly caring whether he was rude or not, and yet reiterating: “The valley is generally a safer place to be, most of the time. You’ll have better luck further in.”

With those final words, the man waited until the rogue was clear of their home--gaze stern, unmoving.