I sat up abruptly. I could have sworn I’d heard something, but it was quiet now. A glance at the sky showed it was starting to lighten, but a mist covered the ground. I had a feeling it was later than it should be.
The dying fire was a reddish haze through the mist, and I rolled out of my blanket and walked to it.
Someone sat there, almost appearing disembodied, the mist concealing him from his chest down. The hood of his jacket was up around his head.
It should be Hank, but Hank wasn’t this bulky. Could the mist be playing tricks with my perception?
“Hank?”
He loosened the ties of his hood and pushed it back off his head.
Nicky?
But he’d taken the first watch; he shouldn’t be taking this one also.
“Why didn’t Hank wake me?”
“I told him not to. It’s going to be a long day, Doc. Yo
