Whitefish River Calling out father oh, hold fast and we will

Her soothing assurance that she would not hurt the other woman did nothing to ease the tension from her muscles or relax her from her aggressive stance, so Speedy stayed where she was, not wanting to push her any further. 

Then came her strange question, followed by a crazed look. Speedy felt for the other woman, her confusion and distress like fire against her senses. You told me your name, she reminded her gently. I helped you and Ira home from the field where you were struck by lightening. Would that coax the memories from whatever part of her mind was hiding them?