“So when is this information, when are these recollections, suddenly supposed to come to me?” Her frustration added an edge to her voice.
He grinned. “I don’t know. But you just came to an important truth all on your own. It’ll happen. Just give yourself some time.”
She rubbed her head. “So, why do you think I passed out and lost the last few days?”
“I don’t know. Maybe your subconscious is trying to put the pieces together.”
“Hmmmm.” Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, that’s it. I think I knew I was trained in weaponry from the moment I awakened and remembered killing the mountain lion. Maybe even before. It’s as though it was too much information for the moment and I . . . I passed out.” She nodded. “Yes, that’s right,” she whispered, as though speaking only to herself.
He went near the tethered horses, then lifted his bow from where it rested against a tree and grabbed a couple of arrows from a quill tied to his saddle. “Do you remember anything else?” he asked, turning back.
She thought for a moment. “I remember . . . that I’m . . . a sure shot.”
“What? Didn’t you say so yourself when I killed that beast? Don’t you believe me?”
“Ha ha ha ha! Oh, I believe you all right! I’ve seen you. There’s no question about it. You’re as sure a shot as any I’ve ever witnessed.”
She approached, then reached toward him.
“What?” he asked, unsure what her gesture meant.
“You’re a great cook,” she said, “but I’m a better shot.” She took the bow from his hand. “I’ll get dinner.” She chuckled. “You can cook it,” she added as she walked away without looking back.
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