Chapter 28
Smoke and the smell of cooking meat drifted from the chimney of his cabin, making Caleb curse softly under his breath. The plane had flown away hours ago, but it looked like someone had stayed behind and made themselves at home with his supplies. There were piles of boxes and crates littering the clearing. Stepping closer, he looked inside one of them and saw, to his increasing ire, the pots, pans and dishes from his house. “Son of a b***h,” he said under his breath as he dropped the ram and readied his rifle. “This is my f*****g house.” Kicking the door open, Caleb didn’t know what he expected to see, but the tableau he saw was definitely not it. Amelia sat in front of the stove frozen in fear, her still wet hair hanging loosely down her shoulders. “Amelia,” he breathed, his gun drop
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