“Ives hmm?” The Woodsman’s eyes rove over the camp seeking the subject of our discussion. I’d dressed and washed off as Ward skinned the deer, and then the Woodsman had helped me break down our camp before we joined the rest of the men to put the deer, now in manageable chunks, on a spit over the fire. The smell of the meat with its seasonings is enough to make my stomach grumble hungrily. Now we’re seated by the fire, Ward has me on his lap again, the Woodsman beside us, turning the spit occasionally and adding seasoning as he sees fit. “I don’t understand it. Mind, I’ve been seeing him give you two looks that could kill, but honestly.. What you tried on Saul didn’t even work.” Saul. SO that had been his name. A name that I would now carry to my grave, branded on my heart, becaus
