The afternoon air was dry and hot. The Southerners, fresh from their midday meal, gathered in a circle. After watching a pared-down knighting ceremony, they turned their attention to a strange duel.
To Southerners with at least a trace of jungle blood in their veins, the duel was genteel to the point of absurdity. Neither side looked remotely interested in fighting to the death, and both combatants seemed far too delicate.
One of them was a short, skinny little girl with brown hair and black eyes. She held a huge machete that extended well beyond half her height. Her...
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