Guy watched as Vaizey stroked the head of the falcon sitting on the thick, leather arm guard. Master and bird regarded one another for a moment, and it was as if an understanding passed between them.
It wouldn't be surprising, Guy mused. Both were ruthless hunters, focused on their prey, willing to tear it to pieces once they caught it. Neither was easily veered from their path. Both had a pride that would never break.
"Gisborne, it's time. Gather your men."
Sheriff and lieutenant regarded one another for a moment, and it was as if an understanding passed between them.
