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“Was she in your dream?” MacRae asked, when MacKim struggled to his feet and tentatively tested his injured foot.
“Who?” MacKim asked.
“The Indian woman,” MacRae said, with his dreamy eyes fixed on MacKim. “The one who sometimes walks at your side.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” MacKim said, but MacRae’s words shook him. MacRae had a reputation for being fey, but MacKim had not expected such a solid example of the man’s abilities.
MacRae gave a quiet smile. “Maybe I’m seeing what’s not there,” he said. “I do that sometime.”
MacKim gave what he hoped was a sceptical grunt and limped to the head of his section.
“Parnell, MacDonald, you’re the scouts. Look for ambushes. The rest, follow me.” He was back in the war again, with Tayanita pushed to the back of his mind.
Am I going mad?
