“You two make a cute couple,” Leishmann said sarcastically. “Want to be alone or would you rather get going?” They jerked awake, Claire rolling into the cold wall, while Cal unceremoniously fell from the small cot onto the packed dirt floor. If not for Leishmann leering over them she would have laughed at Cal’s misfortune. He rubbed his backside and shook his head to clear it.
“It’s still dark outside,” Cal responded gruffly. He looked out the one small window at the dark skies and sparkling stars, ashamed that he’d allowed himself to over-sleep, but grateful the night was still young.
“Claire, I have brought you eggs to cook, I am starving so hurry with them.” Leishmann ordered, placing a bowl on the cluttered bench, removing his gloves to toss on a chair. He then turned to stalk
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