| Just because a hunter used bow and arrow didn’t mean he couldn’t make use of a great knife. It had many uses; slicing through the neck for the final merciful kill, skinning the hide off a beast with precision so it could be sold for the highest price, even whittling a stick on a cool, lonely evening in front of the fire. Gavin had thought no one knife would suffice but that had been before he’d met the smith who’d made the blade that was now the only one he carried. |