Strong Oak slung Claus over his shoulder, his older brother running ahead. Eager to be on an adventure or joyful at the promise of seeing their father again, either way, the children were excited as they left the camp behind.

Gretjen rode in front of Strong Oak, resting against his chest. He was a large man, although not quite as tall as the chief. Feeling the rippling of his muscles against her back she wondered if that is how he had come by his name. Surely she had nothing to ...