“Hmm. Kestrel has a hasty temper, like her spirit-animal. If you touch her nesting pole, she will scold you even before she sees whether or not you intended to climb it.” Mooncrow’s full attention seemed to be on the kids lined up across the yard with their handmade bows, but David knew better.

However, that was the best way he’d ever heard of describing Jennie’s tendency to shoot first and sort things out later.

“She’s got a lot on her mind,” David replied, feeling as if he ought to defend her. “People who have bad tempers and know it can usually keep their temper under control, unless they’re already handling too much.… I guess we both know she’s a workaholic, and this Calligan thing is really getting to her. There’s something going on there, a lot more than shows on the surface, but we can’t seem to get past the surface. Yet. But I can’t blame her for being a little short on temper, you know?”

“True.” Mooncrow sighed. “I wanted to thank you. For getting her to enjoy herself a little more, and work a little less. It makes her less difficult to live with.”

David had to chuckle at that. “I’m not saying a word,” he replied. “Anything I say is only too likely to get me in trouble!”

He brushed some imaginary dirt off the legs of his jeans, and waited for Mooncrow’s reply. There would be one. The old man wasn’t finished yet; he sensed it in the way Mooncrow kept watching him without seeming to watch him.

“I don’t think it would hurt if you two were more than friends,” Mooncrow said at last. “I don’t think it would hurt if you backtracked in some ways to when you were younger.” He looked slyly at David out of the corner of his eye. “I can’t say I’d mind if you didn’t need that spare room for anything but storing your things.”

David blinked, and licked his lips. Well, that was certainly an unexpected development! He felt rather stunned. “I can’t say that I’d be unhappy about things coming around that way.” He paused for a moment. “Just how would you suggest I go about doing that?”

But Mooncrow only shrugged. “I’m an old man,” he replied. “Things are not the same as they were when I courted her grandmother. Jennie is a warrior in her own right; her grandmother was a simpler woman with simpler needs. I have no suggestions. If I say anything to her, she is likely to throw you out; she is just as contrary at times as she accuses me of being. So it is all in your hands, young Spotted Horse.”