A Missing Nag

“What’d you do with the horse?” Almora queried.

“She’ll never find it.” He tightened the cinch dismissively.

Not denying that he was well aware of what’d happened to it.

“She’ll be mad at you for a long while over this.”

“Which would make today vary from any other day?” He gave Almora a long look over his shoulder.

She’s been nothing but mad at me since she joined our little team.

When she couldn't answer, he finished cleaning camp.

She knows I'm right.

Nim returned, soaked to the bone. Clothes limp and clinging and hair sopping strands down her back.

Madder than a hornet. Disseus ducked his head to hide his mirth.

“What happened to you?” Lon asked.

“I cooled off.” She snarled.

Staring at her doubtfully, Lon wisely chose to say nothing more.

Mounting his steed, Disseus reached down for her.

Glowering up at him, she hesitated only a