Chapter 4

Finally, the man spoke again. His voice sounded even more gravelly than usual, as though he was coming right from a sense of personal pain. “I like being alone.”

Strangely, it struck me that it didn’t sound like he was completely sure of that. More like he was trying to convince himself of it. I decided to change the subject.

“Uh, do you have any fuel here, for my plane?”

“Oh…yes.” This answer came easier. “But you’ll have to keep that blind on for forty-eight hours or so. At least that’s what’s your supposed to do for snow blindness.”

I nodded and sighed.

“I got lots of food,” he said incongruously. “And water. And power. So, lots of hot water.”

I wondered at this remark, but now the pain in my eyes was getting worse.

“Thanks,” I grunted. “Could I take that shot now?”

“Sure.” And in another minute, I was drifting away again.

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