Chapter Sixteen
DOING THE RIGHT THING“You’re joking, right?” Kirwan baulked, his eyes widening and his olive complexion looking bleached in the moonlight.
“I want to see the refugees,” Phoenix demanded. Her voice rose enough to make his body tense next to hers. “We know they haven’t set traps by the way they crashed around looking for the dog.”
“No!” Kirwan hissed. “It’s too dangerous!”
Phoenix possessed the wrong genetics for obedience. She’d begun crawling before he could stop her. Once in sight of the barn, she paused, overestimating her ability to move through the bush without creating a disturbance. She relished the bush skills her father had taught her; laborious hours spent staring at marks on the ground. Hoof prints, footprints and items he laid there to test her. Phoenix squin
