-hobybuchanon- Native American Indian Girl: Returns

"I know." Hoby put his hat back on. "But you came back first. That's enough for now."

She was small, wrapped in a faded army blanket despite the August heat. Her hair, black as a starling's wing, hung in two long braids threaded with leather and turquoise. She didn't turn when Hoby's boots hit the dirt. She didn't need to. -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns

Hoby went still. "Royce Tillman."

He looked back at the young woman who had walked a thousand miles to find him. "I know

"A horse," she said. "And a man who still knows how to listen to the land instead of trying to own it." black as a starling's wing