Chapter 6
“Are you trying to kill me?” Byron groaned.
“Not really,” Jonah told him. “I mean, we are on a path—of sorts. If you fall, it’s shrubs and grass all the way down to the lake.”
“That doesn’t make me fell all happy.”
“Come on, admit it, it’s beautiful.”
“Do I have to?” Byron winked. “Okay, you’re right. It is. The view is fantastic. I can imagine what it might be like to have a cabin overlooking the lake, way above the world. Getting up here, however…”
Jonah grinned. “Would be good exercise and keep us young.”
“Possibly, until winter hit.” Byron pointed to the snowcapped peaks visible in the distance, despite the fact it was the middle of May.
“Snowmobile.”
“Uh-huh. It would fall off the edge, with us on it, and they’d find our frozen bodies when spring came, if we were lu
