"Alive."
Her shoulders slump in relief. She's been intensely worried about her sister, but helpless to do much about it. She's been careful not to bring it up often, knowing I had to bring the city under order before I could go searching for her kin. The wait has taken a toll.
"I invited her into the city, but she's refusing to leave the refugee encampment. She's hunkered down in Old Tucson with some of her people." I try to keep the worst of it from her, but Taran is intelligent and intuitive.
"And the Primitives?"
I don't want to lie to Taran, but I also don't want to upset my very pregnant wife when she's so close to giving birth. I stand next to her and run my hand down her back, pressing my fingers into the spot just above her ass where she seems to get the sorest.
"They're attac
