Iktome Plains wuskripa

her answer was to be expected. hardly, if ever, did he find himself with a yes to such a question. her own question was valid. smart. thoughtful.

her heart was soured, but her soul was good.

i could not do it without the strength of God...and you, he confessed softly. looked at the work she had done. my faith keeps me strong. it helps me connect with hunters like you and to show that there is still good in a very cruel world.

he thought briefly of tamar.

he wondered if his words had ever proved true, or at least soothed her soul.