Chapter 13

“Do you miss your family?”

“Sometimes. It’s been worse since I was sent to this presidio. I get bored with the sound of my own voice.” More water rolled down Ben’s spine, the drops running into each other and growing fat before sliding off his skin. The heat from the low fire dried them quickly. Alonzo’s hands followed the path of the droplets. “I write to them when I can be reasonably sure the post will eventually make it to them. But that’s not often.”

“I sometimes wonder if it would be worth it to find my mother’s tribe. To see if they would take me in as one of their own.” He caught his breath when Alonzo set the wet rag against the worst of the welts, one laid open and bare by multiple strokes of Cullen’s whip. He’d been able to ignore the pain from it by focusing on the overall throb, but now, with such careful attention focused on it alone, that was impossible. Several seconds went by before he was comfortable exhaling again.