The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language." Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.

Ani told them all...telling more than needed telling, the stories clarifying and unifying themselves in her mind as she let them spill out of her mouth.

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.