Ten hours and two refueling stops later, Patty groaned dramatically going for the laugh.
She didn’t get the response, but that didn’t worry her. If he was half has tired and stiff as she was from spending so long in the tiny cockpit, then he wouldn’t have the energy for a laugh.
Besides, Mick was busy fighting the controls to bring the Little Bird shimmying down out of the dull gray sky. Not a storm front this time, just rotten weather and too damn long in the air.
“The Aleutians. Again,” she said with disgust. “Personally I felt that one visit was plenty for this island chain.”
“Look at the bright side. We didn’t even get to see the islands last time; it was all a night flight.”
“You’re right, Mick. As usual. Because this,” she waved a hand toward the front windscreen, “is so much b
