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Scout forced herself to keep the pistol steady. She shouldn’t have drawn it, but now that it was out, putting it away would be a mistake, and looking like she was afraid of it would be even worse. The sweat that had poured off her when she had been outside was chilling her in the coolness of the hut that snuggled half in the earth. The shivers that she fought against, that she couldn’t let betray her by making the gun barrel tremble, were as much from the sudden cold as from nerves, but he wouldn’t know that.
Whoever he was.
He was standing in the doorway, blocking the setting sun, the outline of his body glowing with a golden aura. By his size, he was about her age, and he appeared to be wearing a loose-fitting shirt over closely fitted pants, but more than that she couldn’t tell. He
