Adventure roared in his blood as it did in mine, and once more we would embark together. “So, another adventure,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his features, illuminating his face like a pagan god. “Shall we begin? Hand in hand?” “And back to back,” I added with a grin. “The better to see our enemies.” Back to back was also how butterflies copulated, but I thought it best to save such an observation for a more intimate moment. “Come on, then,” he directed. I grabbed his hand and raced with him into the westering sun. “Excelsior!”
