Childishly happy to discover that his mind was so open, she said, “Skinwalkers?” “No. But, I knew a medicine man once who walked with a spirit guide. He understood the land and all its creatures better than anyone I’ve ever since met.” His tone held unvarnished respect. “Mortals die too quickly. The medicine man was wiser than many an immortal, but he was gone almost before I knew him.” “You miss him,” Andromeda said softly. “He was my friend.” Her throat grew thick. “Will you tell me about him?” “Yes, later.”
