Porcupine Ridge gold dust

their night man was strangely nurturing. perhaps not strange at all; hex was not unkind, nor was he cruel. muskrat indeed had yet to see any of the innate violence needed for a raid.

she trusted it would come. the aspect was certainly in his order. muskrat jerked her chin upward, turning to makono as the nightrunner and the girl moved off. "come. i tell you on way."

they would find who this woman might be.