Outside the Landrover, the air was fresh, cooler, filled with the scent of the pines in the forest. Skater breathed it in, willing himself to think. It was his gift, the ability to plan and adapt and see things that most people wouldn’t guess at. He’d been left alone with his imagination as a child, ostracized from so much of his mother’s people’s daily lives. All he’d had was his grandfather, and that was divided between Daniel Ghost-step’s other progeny, as well as his counseling duties to the tribe. His mind had become razor-edged, a weapon he could use. But it also became something that could devour him if he let it.