The next morning Lane got up, had breakfast finished, and dishes cleaned before daylight. Then he dug around in the packs, found an ax, grabbed his rifle, and headed out the door telling her that he"d be back before dark.
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
"What if something happens?"
"Keep your guns close, and you probably should put some clothes on."
"What if I get hungry?"
"Fix yourself something to eat."
"My leg hurts."
"Be careful not to bump it."
"This thing you call a cast or splint feels loose."
"Obviously the swelling has gone down. Do you want me to tighten it up now?"
He started walking toward her.
"No."
"Then get some clothes on while I"m gone. There"s a pair of insulated coveralls laying there beside you and the zipper that runs
alongside the leg wi
