Life had returned to the village below. Under the blooming tree stood Caleb and an older Indian man wearing his long flowing leather robe, carrying a staff of authority. Read more
A bitter, trying winter had come. The sky was a sick gray as nature hid itself for the biting winter. Underneath the cold death of the season the tree still lived. Read more
“You are up at a rather early hour,” he said with a smile through his blond beard. Gentle delight rose in his chest upon seeing her set herself in his presence. Read more