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The Tales of Los Almas: Familial Relations
by Pirate Turner
Vin looked up into the dark eyes of the most unique woman he'd ever known and knew he'd never know another like her. "So where will ya go now?" he asked. "Gonna try t' clear your name?"
She smirked. "Ain't no clearing it." She glanced over to where his six friends awaited him. "I think maybe I'll go check on my own family now."
"Ya got one?" Vin asked, surprised.
Faith grinned. "Every bitch has a family somewhere." She sombered for a moment, and he could tell she was remembering something she'd rather forget. "Or at least us lucky ones do."
He smiled. "'Bout time I heard ya say ya were lucky 'bout somethin'."
"Don't start, Tanner." Her warnings had once sounded gruff, but now there was a lightness to them that made Vin's eyes twinkle.
"Don't make me," he answered and winked.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, remembering and speaking volumes in the companionable silence, before nodding respectfully to each other. "Be seein' ya," Faith murmured before edging her stallion into a gallop.
"Yeah," Vin whispered, watching her ride away before turning back to his family. He knew he'd see her again and wished her all the best.
The End