Chapter 101

THIS... WAS not at all the sight to which he'd expected to wake.

Wil blinked and rubbed at his eyes. Nope, still there.

He'd been alone when he'd woken mere moments ago, well rested and surprisingly serene, all things considered. No slow coming back to himself this time, just an instant of going from sleep to waking, an unconcerned understanding that he was alone--no big, broad, not-so-soft Dallin for a pillow this time--and then a sharp awareness of gnawing hunger.

Out for four days, going on five, and exactly how had he been getting fed? He wasn't *hungry*-hungry, certainly not starving, just really damned hungry, so something had obviously been managed. And now that the heaviness of a morning visit to a privy-loo-bush-whatever was knocking at his groin, Wil had to wonder--how had he been...?

Never mind. He didn't want to know.