CHAPTER NINETEEN
Back at camp, the men scramble to pack everything they need.
Boris stands in front of Sarah and holds out her bow. “Eya, yaouw will need dis.” He grins.
Sarah smiles. "Thank you."
Boris nods.
A short pause sits between them.
Sarah shrugs her lips and then takes in a sharp breath. "Well, I guess I'll help pack." Nodding, she looks around the room.
Boris nods again, walking away.
Silence sets in again as she pats the sides of her legs. Walking over to the corner, she slips her arm through the straps of a golden triangular shield. She attempts to pick it up. The solid metal's weight is too much for her this time. Her arm gives out.
Right before the tip hits her foot, Greer grabs both sides.
Sarah exhales and smiles.
Greer grins. “Haur, lit me help ye wit’ ‘at.” He
