“Yeah, you just kick back awhile. I’ll have the chores done in no time and then we’ll have coffee and some supper. Maybe pretty soon they’ll get that powdered alcohol stuff on the market so we could have a drink in camp!”
At that, Jase seemed to brighten a bit. “Yeah, I saw that on TV. That’d be cool.”
Before he said or did something inappropriate and way off base, Orr hurried away to take care of the mules. He made sure Katie got an extra scoop of grain. She’d definitely earned it.
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Jase let himself slump for a few minutes, waiting as feeling and then pain returned to his legs. His butt hurt, too. The idea of another day of this torture loomed over him like grim death. Then he squared his shoulders. No. Fucking. Way. He wasn’t going to roll over and play dead.