Father Daniel admitted it freely, for there was no other way to describe his abrupt leave-taking just hours ago when August Justinian had approached him, when his memory had returned, when he'd remembered what she had said to him thirty years before. There is a bond between us, . . . and that is ...
Probably had, Chato thought dourly. "So, boy, we meet again. Heh, heh." The light from the candle caused the ruins of his face to look like the ravages of a canyon. He was just as old, just as seedy-looking as Chato recalled. "Ah, senorita," the old...