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

The ragged shadow that faced him across the water was a stranger for a while—at least until he found her scent. Smell linking them forever, despite the miles and the missed memories, the wounds—

Mae, he croaked, his voice like gravel underfoot. His gaze was trained upon her scarred face, mouth slightly slack in taking it in. 

He'd come here feeling sorry for himself. His sister's tattered visage put everything into a new perspective.