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the stranger extends an olive branch. unfortunately, it’s one that doesn’t make any sense for her. she had the support of a pack; her captor was a caribou hunter. there were many mouths to feed on this earth and hers wasn’t one of them. but for what little information she had and what meager part of that she was willing to share, a haunch of goat was a gross overpayment. fine, she concedes. you lead.