Early the next morning, Dust woke from a deep sleep. He turned his head when he heard whispers. Sammy was helping Todd put his shoes on while the little boy grumbled that he had to go to the bathroom—really bad!
“I’ll take him, Sammy,” he volunteered.
Sammy looked over at him and shook her head. Her cheeks turned a little pink. At first he thought it was because of the cold, the fire having almost gone out.
“That’s okay. I’ve got to go too,” she mumbled. “Come on, Todd.”
Dust sat up and pushed the cover aside. Josie had risen as well. She placed the last few pieces of wood into the fire ring and waved her hand over it. A small ball of flame shot out from her fingers and lit up the wood.
“You make that look so natural,” he murmured.
She looked over at him and gave him a crooked smile.
