Bitterroot Valley Paying a Social Call

her request earned a small nod, a low hum. i show, he said simply. all you want.

but when she spoke ayovi’s name, his gaze shifted toward the far peaks, something knowing passing through his eyes. he clicked his tongue softly.

aye, he murmured. i know. she go with husband. disappear.

a faint shrug of one shoulder—accepting, resigned. she strong woman. make new path.

he looked back to ravah then, a small crease of fondness warming his scarred features.

you stay first, he added, softer. rest. then i show land.