Swiftcurrent Creek i brought you my bullets; you brought me your love

But someone did come.

Not his mother; only a girl, a blind girl who would always and forever know her brother all the same — by his scent, by his footsteps, by his shadowed presence so like her own. They had been children together once, a whole lifetime ago. Or so it felt.

Now Mae stood trembling on the creek banks, nose lifted to take in what her sightless eyes could not. It was him. Just across the water, it was him.

She couldn't bring herself to speak.