Chapter 8
Savannah looked at the proffered canteen like it was the holy grail. It might as well have been. Her dry throat suddenly felt like the Sahara. She licked her lips in anticipation of the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. “I’m good but thank you.” She turned away lest she be tempted. There were ten of them with a limited supply of fresh water. She couldn’t be greedy. She was about to suggest he offer it to Fiona, but she was already guzzling down her brothers.
“Don’t act a hero. Dehydration is the last thing you want out here. If it’s a concern about running out don’t. We have plenty and we should be at your father’s camp shortly to replenish our supply.”
Savannah took the canteen, tipping it back to take a small sip. As soon as the water hit her lips, she drank and drank
