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found happiness in Arlen's arms the way she had in Mike's. "Thank you," she whispered, pulling the slight form of her sister close. |
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"I'll miss you, Abby," came the broken yet determined voice in her ear. |
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Hunwet arrived early in the morning two days later, erect on the back of a gray horse. Abby saw him as Lucy and she finished washing the breakfast dishes. Their father was working with his men in the area cleared for his farm, and Arlen was in town at the hotel. |
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Hunwet dismounted, and Abby ran to him, her insides quivering. "Thank God you're here," she said. "How did you know to come?" |
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"Perhaps it is well to thank your gods or mine. I was with my people when I began to have bad dreams. They told me someone called to me. I consulted our pulthe shamanand we determined that it was you." He tilted his head quizzically until his straight black hair touched his shoulder. |
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"It was. Oh, it was! I must return to the mountains, and I need you to guide me." |
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"You seek again the place of magic you found there?" |
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Abby nodded, unsurprised that she did not have to explain to the intuitive man. |
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Lucy had joined them. She wore one of the new dresses she had been sewing, as did Abby, but her bonnet was an old straw one. |
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"I know of another place of magic, much |
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