Chapter Eighty-Nine. The Time Has Come.
Ronnie listened to the howling winds outside the cabin, the creaking of the large tree’s that were all around indicated that come morning not all of them would be standing. She would be a liar if she did not admit that she was a little uneasy about one of them falling onto the cabin whilst they slept. Even Narla and Gumpie whimpered slightly, both of them hiding under the kitchen table, away from the heavy storm. The winds had blown for several hours, none stop, and although the mates did not have access to local news, Ronnie would guess that there had been gusts of up to 100 MPH. There was a slight chill in the air, enough for Hamish to place the logs on the fireplace and light the fire, hoping the chimney was clear of soot.
She pulled out a pac
