Chapter 41

Setting the book down, he walked to the dining room windows. All he could see was snow on the lawn, with the dark shapes of the trees along the edge of it. The same held true when he went through the ground floor, checking the other windows. As he did, he drew the curtains. If someone’s out there—which I doubt, but still—they won’t be able to watch me now. He didn’t really believe that was the cause of his disquiet, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“It’s just nerves,” he told himself as he returned to his supper. “I’m not used to living on my own, so far from civilization.” He chuckled. “Now it sounds like I’m on a desert island, or in a cave on top of a tall mountain. I’m ten minutes from town, and around forty to fifty minutes from Denver, depending on the traffic.”