Chapter 11

Todd sighed and sipped his coffee, stopping every few mouthfuls to cough. “This weather isn’t going to get better.”

“Neither is your cough.”

Nodding and holding his mug away from his body when he was wracked with another round, Todd shoved his fist against his mouth until his lungs and throat stopped their rebellion, his ability to control the urge to cough gone.

“As soon as it’s light out, I’m going to get the team hitched. We’ll get everything packed up and stowed away tonight. We’re finding a better shelter, even if it’s just for a few weeks.”

“About damn time,” Nick grumbled, but Todd ignored him.

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