““What are you doing here?" he questioned, noting her harried appearance. Wild strands of chestnut hair had escaped her sever chignon and her blue dress was gray with dust. "What am I doing here? The question is, what are you doing here? And where's Willow? Was that her room you just came from?" Before he could answer, Miriam's eyes suddenly widened. "Good God, what is that ?" She pointed at the grinning deer's head. "That's just Hairy," Rider returned impatiently, "and,yes,that was Willow's room.””
