Chapter Thirteen
Troublesome
was aware of the shadow darkening the tent flap, and the hesitancy of the person casting it. She smiled to herself. People who came to the blue and silver tent where she and rested were often unsure about how to knock to make their presence known. Others, like Paxton and , were accustomed to calling out to whomever was inside. By the silence outside, she could tell this was the person’s first time to enter.
“I’m here. Come in,” she called out, and continued stuffing her clothing into the leather case.
stuck her head in and glanced around. She didn’t try to hide the surprise she felt as she surveyed the interior.
“Most people just announce themselves,” explained, flashing her friend a warm grin. “What’s on your mind? I’ve been meaning to get with you and
