The lethargy that had already descended over the camp after the assault was dispelled by Maya's bright, crisp, and pleasant laughter. Even though my ribs hurt when I was pushed too much, I was laughing too. Sitting by the fire with her, holding our bowls of stew and trading comments about who fussed more that morning, was enjoyable.

"You came nearly down on your face," Maya said, grinning over her bowl's edge.

I gave her a little shoulder push. "That outlaw had a rock. I caught it with my ...