Courage's preferred weapon had been a broken hoe from the old woman's garden. The flat head had worked off and Courage had sharpened the hook with a hunk of cinder block.

It had been a reliable weapon, and now Courage didn't need it any more...

Kendra rubbed at a spot on the wooden handle and realized it was a teardrop. She chuckled and Rudy squeezed her shoulder.

"God, I lost another one... What are we going to do about his 'little bird'?"

Rudy looked surprised. "I thought... He was family. She's family."

"Of course."