Blackfoot Forest I will not leave alone everything that I own

If she questioned his intentions at all, it didn't show in her eyes. Intent as he was on his goals, Sunspot nearly overlooked the quiet significance of the moment entirely. When was the last time a stranger had looked at him with anything but suspicion?

Ironic, then, that he would find this exception while walking a path to his own death. If he'd been a superstitious man he might have thought it a sign. But he wasn't; all he could see here was another small tragedy, too shallow and fleeting to be worth more than a mournful thought or two. A false start; a what-if; a could-have, might-have, would-have. Nothing more.

Morwenna, Sunspot repeated her name thoughtfully, continuing against his better judgment: I'll be back before all this is over. I can promise that much.

When I come back, I'll find you.

After that? Who knew.