the ships motor in while farther off bolts of lightning streaked from cloud to cloud.
At last, Sandra spoke. “Well let me finally put you at ease. I’m not going back to the Raft or Argentina. The Colorados don’t seem to need me. And I think I owe you.”
Agnarsson reached across his shoulder and clasped his hand over hers. “I’m relieved,” he said.
Sandra set the brakes on the wheelchair and sat down on the margin of the grass, facing him. “And what about you? Are you going back once you’re healed, or is your job done now that you’ve saved civilization - and a stupid child - from the forces of barbarism?”
“Did I really say all that?” He laughed in embarrassment. “Well, I’m sure there’s always a stupid child that needs saving somewhere. But civilization?” The smile faded from his face and he slowly shook his head. “I’m not sure it can be saved.”
Sandra brushed back her blowing hair and met his eyes. “I am,” she said.
The End