Chapter 12

While he’d been sitting, stiffness had really set in. He hobbled the few yards to the tent, stooped like an old man, and ducked into the low opening. Which bedroll was supposed to be his? Dropping to his knees, he turned back.

“Hey, Orr, right side or left? I’m not sure which space is mine.”

“Don’t care. Pick your poison. I’m going to let the fire die down a little more and then bury the coals, just to be safe. Soon as that’s done, I’ll be there.”

Since he wasn’t sure how long his window of privacy would last, Jase made a quick choice. “Right, then.”