Detrick sat on the bank of the stream with his legs crossed underneath him. The woman lay with her head in his lap, looking up at his face. Her beautiful blonde hair fell all about his legs.

He had spent a great deal of his life sitting on the ground, hunched over while sharpening blades, examining maps, or any number of other things.

But he had never examined anything like this woman before. He hunched over her face now, examining her features. He figured she had ...