Chapter 2Jameson woke to the scent of coffee and someone cursing. He flew out of bed and fiddled to get the pocketknife out of his jeans. He never carried weapons, but someone was in the cabin.
He crept out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen where he could hear pouring water. Clutching the knife, he turned the corner. By the sink was a man completely dressed in black. A tight-fitting T-shirt stretched over broad shoulders, and there was one knife strapped to the small of his back and one to his thigh. His black pants had pockets and s**t everywhere, like combat clothes, but not in camouflage. He topped the look off with black combat boots.
“There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom. Can you get it for me?” He looked over his shoulder at Jameson. His face was non-descriptive, and his hai
