Redhawk Caldera The safety dance.

He frowned. How was he to know Soto's intentions?

He asked me to bring her back to him, or at the very least tell her of his whereabouts. Arslan clicked his tongue, a sense of irritation settling in. He didn't give me a name, so I suppose that he might not know.

Momentarily his eyes flicked to the puppy hidden behind its mother, but he did not stare. As he looked back to the woman, he could only hope that he would not have to travel much further.

Black and roaned, bronzed at his midsection. He offered a brief description of Soto.