Chapter Fifty - The Rogue Hunter
Michael
I poked at the rabbit which was roasting on a spit over the small fire. My stomach was grumbling and complaining. I’d been living off small game for weeks, and I was beginning to know why they called it “rabbit starvation.” The meat was too lean, and didn’t provide my body with the fat it needed to run optimally. I poked at my own abdomen. “I think I’ve lost weight,” I said to myself. Oh yes, I’d taken up the habit of talking to myself to keep loneliness from settling into my bones. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this ripped.”
And, as it always seemed to do, my mind wandered to Hannah. What would she think of my physique? Would she be pleased with the sharper, harder lines? If I closed my eyes, I could just imagine her tiny hands tr
