At any moment, a wild man might leap out and drag her into the brush. She was in hunter territory, heeding a call that could only be heard in flesh. She knew what men were like, though she had never seen one in his prime in all of her twenty one years. The older women who had been through the woods told her that they were all hair and muscles, overflowing with an energy as mysterious as it was irresistible. Some of the older matrons never talked about their experiences. Not surprisingly, they were the ones who had only borne one child, rather than a small flock, returning with their daughters bundled in their arms after months in the forest. Now, Jordan understood a small piece of their fear. Many yards away, she heard the Great Lake's waves slapping the shore, the very same ground that carried her namesake. “Steady, steady. It gets warmer the deeper you go,” she muttered to herself. It was just one of the few psychological tricks her elders had taught her. This one, however, was true.
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