Chapter 6

Balt straightened his uniform, squared his shoulders, and took two steps toward the door. For a long breath, he turned back. He smiled again, this time a mixture of rue and whimsy painting his face.

“You won’t be rid of me that easy, Jayce. We will meet again. We’ll be together as we’re meant to be.As my mother’s people say, Vaya con Dios.“ He was through the door and gone before Jayce could respond.

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Atsileigh did not have white buffalo. As far as Jayce had been able to see by several ten-days after his arrival, it didn’t have gold, gems or any other wonderful treasures either. It was as stark, barren, and ugly as any place he’d ever been.