BY EVENING, THEY MADE camp as scheduled. Melony was sure she had blisters covering every inch of her feet and the straps of the heavy pack felt embedded into her shoulders, but she didn't complain. At first out of pride and determination, and then out of sheer exhaustion.
Without out a word, they cleared the ground for their tents and an area for a fire. Since she knew what to do this time, she helped him gather stones and wood for the fire, then laid the tarp out for her tent and had it up in less than five minutes.
Although Hunter looked impressed, he kept any comments to himself. “Ready for dinner?” he asked. Melony noted a sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Now what was he up to? Coming from him, it had to be either torturous or nerve-wracking.
“Sure am,” she replied, wishing for a long,
