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She shrugged, her tone edged with indifference. Ya been warned. Try not to get yourself killed. Them mountains have taken enough lives this season.

If he was set on facing them, that was his burden to bear. She’d heard plenty speak with such confidence, many never returned. But that wasn’t her concern. She was just a passerby, a whisper in the wind of his journey.

Still, she wished him well in silence, hoping the mountains would be kinder to him than they had been to others. She wouldn’t try to dissuade him. His path was his own, and she could respect that.