His men acted like children, scampering in the downpour with bare feet and wrestling in the long grass, and when the rain ceased as suddenly as it had begun, they built a makeshift tent to allow Sasha the privacy to peel off her ruined dress and don a new one. Traveling with a group of men in a landscape that afforded minimal natural cover was its own hardship, but they’d all managed, and she’d never complained. Damion and his men did their best to get dry themselves, eating a breakfast of dried meat and hard bread, while they waited for the sun to dry the prairie so they could continue on their way.
Isak, the fire starter, approached him when he was checking Lucian’s hooves for rocks and thorns, the memory of the bolting mare still fresh in his mind.
“Captain, can I have a word?”
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