He dropped his gaze and removed his glasses.
The half-breed looked down at his woman sagging in his arms, and shook her one more time. Her eyes continued staring at the leaping flames, sight-less, tear-glazed. On her lips was etched a fateful, beguiling half smile.
Yakima threw his head back on his shoulders. His cry careened across the night and echoed toward the stars.
“Faith!”