“Did he teach you that as well, the one who rides with you? You would do good to keep him up front with you, for his kind prefers to kill from behind,” I said. He rode his horse right up to the front until he was beside the warrior chief. Dressed as they were with the feather helmet taming his wild hair, he seemed not only odd on the horse but that he knew it. The way a dog would look riding a cow. “How it goes, Tracker?” “Never seems to go away, Leopard.” “It’s been said you have a nose.” “Under your armour, you stink worse than them.”
