"S'pose I should." He's in no rush; he steps over to the horses to calm them. But they don't like the smell of blood on him and set their ears back and sidle away. William laughs again. "What's wrong, you lot? Don't recognize me?"

Ha. Horses, fucking idiot horses. He runs his clean hand down Strawberry's neck despite her discomfort. "--All right, I'll wash up. Which way is that stream?" It's still dark; the whole adventure has been lit by the moon. What time is it, midnight? One?