Bitterroot Valley but now she won't be going back with the rest

This was a familiar tale to Angel, who — though she had never come to physical harm from it — and met many rowdy men who'd wanted to hear a song from a pretty girl. Some of them she'd been flattered enough to indulge, but others, she'd felt discomforted by the request. Still others had earned her ire and seen her stubborn side emerge.

"I'm glad he was there to intervene," she replied, annoyed on her new friend's behalf. She knew how insistent men could be. "Miska, you said? I don't think I've met him."

She was fishing for more information.