At sunrise the next morning it was Jack who rode to the flat. He shifted uncomfortably in his horse's saddle, Ennis was fast asleep, exhausted from their escapades the night before. In the hazy fog he saw the woman assisting a lambing ewe, the forelegs in one hand and the head in the other. It took perhaps 20 minutes for the lamb to stand and nurse. Jack smiled and bellowed "Morning!" when she looked up. "Mornin' yourself!" the woman yelled back, wiping a trail of blood and placenta across her forehead. The dogs snapped up the abandoned placenta, eating their breakfast. "Ennis is comin' by with some breakfast in a bit", Jack informed her. The woman nodded and gestured at her blood smeared clothing, "Could you loan me some more until I can wash?" Jack nodded, "I think we got some small ones, take care!" he cried out as he road off.

Ennis rode up three quarters of an hour later, a saddle bag full of food. The young woman was crouched by the stream; naked as the day she was born with skin as white as snow. Ennis dismounted and crouched beside her, unable to look away. The sunlight caught four fleshy, pink scars that stretched from her left shoulder to right hip. Displaced bone jutted from her shoulder and where the scars went over her spine. Ennis couldn't look, but couldn't look away; she scrubbed meticulously, getting every scrap of blood and placenta off her skin. Ennis could feel his blood rushing to the most obvious piece of his anatomy. Finally she rose and wrapped herself in a wool blanket; Ennis remained crouched to hide his swollen problem. "Clothes are in the right pack", he muttered. "Thank you", she whispered huskily. As soon as she disappeared Ennis muttered "Shit" and hurriedly began to relieve himself.

When the young woman returned she was smiling, "Jack's scent is on you." Ennis leapt for her with a roar, wrapping his large hands around her throat. The woman firmly placed her feet in Ennis's chest, kicking him off. They fought for several long moments, the young woman biting and scratching with her amazing teeth and nails. Ennis was mostly unhurt but he swooned from blood loss. With her face, neck, and back throbbing the woman ripped pieces of her blanket to bind Ennis's wounds.

Jack was suddenly there, leaping off his horse and spinning in the grass beside them. "What happened!" he bellowed. The young woman cringed, "We fought, and it was my fault." Jack saw the recognition in her eyes and cupped her cheek, "Let me help you." The woman flinched in pain at his touch but let Jack rub salve on her bruising face. He turned to check on Ennis and when he turned to look at her again he noticed her bloodied back. "I'm going to have to look at that," Jack warned.