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Running Bear led me to the cabin and draped the horse's reins around the post of the porch. He stood back and motioned me to dismount.

Through the window, I saw a fire blazing in the hearth. Needing no additional encouragement, I slid off the horse and made my way on wobbly feet to the front door.

The door opened before I was able to knock, and I froze. Oh, god. Not you!