Claire opened her eyes and blinked into the fuzzy haze surrounding her. As the world came into focus, she saw Molly"s beatific face lying in a snarl of red hair beside her. It quite surprised her for a second. She looked up at the muted shadows moving back and forth over the top of her sunlit tent as the lingering fragments of strange dreams drifted before her. As they gradually slipped away, memories of a tall powerful Indian replaced them. Was that a dream as well? Everything was a blur.
She heard murmuring voices outside, and a waft of smoke brought the aroma of cooking meat into her tent. Her stomach growled and she discovered she was quite hungry. Breakfast! She licked her lips and stared back down at Molly. As she watched her sleeping, the tent flap was pulled back.
Claire looked u
