AN HOUR LATER, THEY had three fat trout—two caught by Hunter and the one by her. She'd never felt so proud.
She then helped him collect the greens for the salad, but passed on the rhubarb. Thankfully, he'd brought along potatoes to bake in the fire. Blueberries were their dessert and they washed it all down with Hunter's unique blend of coffee. She was amazed that she hadn't needed her antacid tablets in nearly three days now, even with the coffee she'd been drinking.
After dinner Melony volunteered to wash the dishes since Hunter once again did the cooking. It was hard for her to get used to the lack of absolute darkness, and she had long ago lost track of time, not to mention which day of the week it was. She was dead tired, and the hunger in her stomach satisfied, but she felt like
