Wherein Thomi Begs Pardon
HER REACH FOR THE LATCH halted midway. There, his arm along the edge of the door, stood her father. Since he moved with the silent grace of his Lakota ancestors, she hadn’t heard him at all. Dropping her hand to her side, whereupon the filly began to nibble at it, Thomi waited for him to speak.
When it became apparent that he was waiting for her to do so, she curbed the inclination to triumphantly exclaim, “Well, aren’t they gorgeous? Wasn’t I right?” instead asking him quietly, “So, what do you think? Are you happy with them?”
His gaze shifted from her to the filly, then over a moment to Fairwind’s daughter, and then back to her. He said, “I’m more than pleased with them, Thomasyna. It’s just that it’s difficult for me to excuse your method of bringing them ab
