She stared at the crude stone medallion that rose and fell against her bosom. And then it struck her. El Lobo, the wolf. Hunter of the Wolf. Her friend had protected her with something more than just lances in the yard. He had left his mark on her person. A hysterical laugh welled in her throat. And then relief swept through her.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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