Drawing Battle Lines

Rowan shot a quick glance upward.

There was only one house in that direction, and it was Clara's. The man, who looked to be in his twenties, was carrying something, and it was obvious that he was visiting someone.

'So who could this guy be?' Rowan wondered.

It wasn't hard to figure out. Other than the village chief's son, who'd been making headlines lately with Clara, there really wasn't anyone el