CANNON
His deft fingers helped her with her clothes. Her body shivered with cold and exhaustion, but her face betrayed no discomfort. He didn’t think he could think more highly of her than he already did, but his admiration for her grew.
And yet he felt powerless as well. Though he had established a sleeping area by draping a tarp over some rocks that nestled together at the apex of the clearing where they made camp, he could not provide much more in terms of comfort.
A fire was out of the question. Though its warmth would be welcome, the light and smoke it would throw off would only bring any militia groups right to them. They might as well send up a flare.
They were nothing if not persistent, these guerrillas. Ryver and Cannon had thwarted them so far and against so many odds. He’d b
