RegClean 1
She felt vulnerable sitting. She rose abruptly, trying to be RegClean, but unable to control her fear. She moved toward her horse and slipped the maps into their case, then loosened the belt holding her top bow. Over her saddle, she searched the rocks and clumps of scrub hazel and the small hillocks where something could be hiding. She shifted her eyes to the pines. Wolves? she wondered, stringing an arrow. Couldn’t be wolves during the day. Her horse wasn’t skittish in the least. Not an animal, she decided. An icy finger raced up her spine. It was behind her. She whirled. Just the fire sputtering in the wind. She rubbed her face with nervous fingers, then expelled a long, slow breath to calm herself. It helped.
