Bitterroot Valley Paying a Social Call

it is so surreal.

when the asheer of big sky had been set upon by murderers and killers, those barbarians from the rival clan, she had thought she would never see those she cared for again. ayovi had been swept away, ravah useless to follow her.

and covah? he had left before the doom. did he even know, ravah wonders. and at the thought of having to break tearful news to him, her ears pull away, a grimace tightening at the lips of the pretty woman. 

the man, callahan, halts her. and it is with indignation does the woman listen, silver pools of moonlight sweeping low through the valley ahead. 

she waits. 

she waits for covah—or sega, if that is who he had become.