It had been hours since everyone had turned in for the night. Annie hadn’t been able to sleep. Her mind was in turmoil over the women confronting her and Heather.
If it would have been up to Heather, we’d have battled it out.
“Trouble sleeping?” Heather flashed. “Them uppity women get your nose outta joint?”
“Maybe.”
“Shoulda knocked a few heads together. Woulda been more satisfyin’.”
“Probably.” Annie got to her feet.
“Annie, what the hell are you doin’?”
“Hush now! Go to sleep. I know what I’m doing,”
As Heather stalked upon Benson, she could hear Gundersen’s deep, even breathing. She looked down at Benson in the dark and saw he was about to speak.
She gently put a hand over his mouth and whispered, “Hush,” into his ear.
A few minutes later, she lowered herself, with her bucksk
