Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

no one had ever asked lestan about the piece of deerbone, and he hesitated for a long, thoughtful moment. "it's —"
but why had no one asked?
and why were they asking now?
he thought of how he had wakened to find it; he thought of the pain and the blood and the fever. he thought truly that this was his reward, and his chest heaved suddenly at the directness with which the younger man had spoken.
a neolithic suspicion weighted his brow.
"it's —"
MINE it's M I N E
the mayfair shoved the bone amulet into his mouth as far as it would go and leaped again into the water, fully prepared to choke if he found he could not hold it and breathe at the same time.