William had been taking his daily walk - a slow winding path through the city, avoiding the river as it swung back in a lazy circle; routine now, like marching of old, a sort of mindless meditation in motion - and ordinarily very little could disturb him from it. This was not ordinary; a woman in clear distress - clear to William at least, who even when farm working would attempt to stay as clean as possible, and certainly when walking around town. He had seen her around - knew her to be a Two-Spirit - but her name (Hammersmith?) escaped him, so he settled on, "Ma'am? Do you require assistance?"