“Midwinter there’s good skating on this pond. I’ll get you some hockey skates and we’ll have a game,” he climbed up the far berm and headed out over the fields.
“Sounds good.” And it did sound good. Too bad he wasn’t going to be here by then. Nathan actually shivered when he thought about how close he’d come to not even being here by lunch. It had been a close call. Whether that was good or bad was a question he couldn’t deal with, especially while occupied with hoping he’d live through the next thirty seconds.
“On a mission, trying to stay out of sight, we’d be more likely to fly here,” and Mark carved a turn around a tree, then slid down until it looked as if the skids were brushing the grass.
Mark’s smooth moves still appeared casual, but Nathan could feel the silence of intense conc
