She loved watching him sleeping, his face open and unguarded, almost childish in its calm sincerity. He had so much to worry about, so many responsibilities to bear, always busy, instructing, organizing, listening. She’d never thought a leading warrior would have to do so much listening. She thou...
Stifling a curse, Seketa tried to push them back together without getting up, the tip of her moccasin proving not as effective as her hands would have been. “I told you we should have put them in a basket,” said one of the girls, frowning at the mess. “Then do it,” Tindee’s eyes flashed as she to...