Miranda sat on the deck with her weapon at her side, and Blue sleeping at her feet. She had more than the scenery on her mind. Her uncle had hobbled away, which always made her smile. He could move as swift as her unless he knew he was being watched, and then he seemed as if he would break with each step. Ashley who had gotten her in so much trouble when the two of them were younger, but she knew her laughter was now lost. And her father, the reason for the life she had been forced to lead.