"A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked such as this would kill my friend beside me. This will say , hello, my friend." "To who?" "To all who pass. You will see, eh?" "You're sure you aren't planning to attack my home?" "No fight. You will be easy." After his lance was finished, she and Hunter made their fire away from the others, then sat near the flames to eat the traveler's fare his mother had thoughtfully packed for them. As Loretta chewed her jerked buffalo meat, her mouth went dry. The meat got bigger and bigger, a gigantic wad she couldn't swallow. This was it, the last time they would ever eat together beside a fire. It was insane to feel sad, but she did. Soon after they finished eating, they arranged their respective beds near the dying fire and retired for the night. Loretta lay on her back, gazing at the stars. Hardly more than an arm's reach away, Hunter slept. At least she guessed he was asleep. She never knew for sure. He could be still as death one minute and on his feet, wide awake, the next. All afternoon he had been quieter than usual. Perhaps he was a little sad, too. Tomorrow they would have to say good-bye."