Chapter 7
Before I know it, Vinge and I reach the village. People are already gathering at the square, setting up their goods and wares. They all greet me with polite smiles and bowed heads, but stare at Vinge with eyes full of wariness. Folks in these parts aren’t used to newcomers and definitely not to me bringing someone along. I’m known as the lone wolf among the villagers, so that, combined with Vinge’s ethereal beauty and dark skin, makes people curious about him. Curious but suspicious.
After I unhook Springer from the cart, Vinge leads him to the nearby enclosure with the other horses. I watch him as he makes sure Springer drinks from the trough, then leads him to the hay.
Vinge stays with Springer for a couple minutes, his hand stroking the horse’s neck, his mouth moving as tho
