e for a fight?” Luis asked around mouthfuls.
“Until we can come up with something better, yes,” Never said.
*
As Sirgeto promised, the day contained little more than a long march beneath the cold sky. Luis rode most of the journey, walking as much as he could. His strength was returning quickly, though he still took regular doses of the chila powder at the healer’s insistence.
“We need to be certain,” the short man had said.
A philosophy Never was happy to follow.
And so when smoke rose from the plains from where Ficcepa lay, Never hoped Sirgeto would be following the same thought; caution and certainty – even as Never knew the captain wouldn’t. And when they crested a hill in time to catch the sun’s descent upon the blackened buildings, the rubble and smouldering flames, Never clamp
