She poured a glass of milk and went back to the bedroom to watch the wild horses while she ate. Below, she spotted the black mustang and his mares running down the length of the canyon. His back muscles rippled, and his thick mane blew in the wind. He represented the epitome of being free. She wanted to shift and fly, but this might not be the best time. Surprisingly, she was still a bit tired. She’d never used her skills as much as she had in the last few days. And she had not needed to give blood before. She had stored some of hers at the third tribe’s other headquarters, but not recently. The bed did look inviting. She’d just lie down for a half hour or so. The noise of helicopter blades woke her. Outside the window the sun was setting. She sat up and stretched. The noise stopped. Whoever it was had landed nearby. She instinctively knew the identity of her visitor, but she went to look out the front windows anyway. Lonato had gotten out of his helicopter and gone to the opposite side.
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