“Perhaps we should turn back. The planting doesn’t have to be done today.” “And what day will be perfectly safe?” Longshot asked in disgust. I could understand his impatience … and why he chose to go off on the long, lonely trade runs. The townsfolk he protected were as timid as mice, hiding in their walls. I much preferred having the enemy within reach of my blades, where I could see an end to the battle before the next one began.
