guys his age with a sword or hand-to-hand. But he tolerated rather than enjoyed working in a team, and the Rangers relied upon teamwork. She remembered Sera commenting, âAnyone whoâd want to be a prospector wouldnât make a good Ranger.â
Rossâs glossy black hair hid his face as he worked. Mia was hovering anxiously, as if it were her test. From the way he twitched every time she moved, he didnât like people lurking in his peripheral vision.
What turned someone into a prospector, traveling alone in the dangerous world? Trading, she could understand. Traders were usually families, people youâd trust to have your back. Like your fellow Rangers . . .
Ross put down his chalk. âIâm done.â
âAlready?â Jennie hoped he hadnât given up halfway through.
Mia snatched up the slate. âI knew it,â she exclaimed in glee. âIf this was a decathlon, heâd be a real challenge for us.â
âMiaâs right.â Jennie examined the awkwardly written numbers. âWhen it comes to math and physics, you could teach the class yourself.â
Ross gave her a doubtful glance.
âSeriously. And if youâre handling explosives, you have a head start on chemistry. Iâll help you catch up on reading, writing, history, and literature. Maybe biology, depending on what you already know.â
She had to lean forward to catch his muttered, âBut reading. Arenât I too old?â
Jennie shook her head. âAbsolutely not. You watch. By the end of tomorrow, Iâll have you reading entire sentences.â
âYou can do that?â
â You can do it,â she said firmly.
Ross took a deep breath, those amazing lashes lifting. He touched the line of writing on her teacherâs slate as if the words themselves were precious. For the first time since sheâd begun Ranger training, Jennie remembered the joy that had first drawn her to apprentice to Grandma Wolfeâthe joy of teaching someone who loved learning as much as she always had.
âWelcome to school, Ross,â Jennie said. âNow, letâs go outside. We always start the day with drill. Ever done any fighting?â
8
Ross
THOUGH MIA HAD SAID JENNIE WAS HER FRIEND, ROSS had assumed the teacher would be an adult who would make him feel ashamed of how much he didnât knowâor worse, laugh. He hadnât expected another teenage girl, let alone a nice one. Let alone a pretty, nice one.
And they were as different as two people could be. Miaâs skin was light, while Jennieâs was nearly true black. Miaâs hair was clipped into a raggedy bowl cut, while Jennie wore hers in a lot of little braids decorated with colored beads. Jennie was taller than Ross, Mia shorter. And Jennie was much, much curvier. But he liked how they both smiled: Mia in sudden wide grins, and Jennie with her lips barely parted, and the left side a little higher than the right. They kept smiling at him.
Like everything in Las Anclas, Jennie had been a surprise. A pleasant one, this time, but Ross was unnerved by how hard it was to predict what would happen in this town. At least with the scavenger gangs that roamed the desert, he always knew where he stood.
The students outside had split up according to age and size. The younger kids wore padding and masks.
Jennie called out, âTen-and-unders, follow Laura.â Ross noticed the girlâs cat claws as she beckoned to the kids. âMia? Want to practice with us?â
âI have to get back to work,â Mia said hastily. âPick you up at lunch!â
He joined the warm-ups, though he had to sit out the ones that required the use of both hands. The others eyed him curiously, and the guy with the ponytail gave him a suspicious stare. Ross had seen that look when he had accidentally wandered onto another prospectorâs claim. He wondered what heâd done to annoy him.
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