CHAPTER THREE
THEY WERE UP AT DAYBREAK THE NEXT morning. Jud stoked up the fire, and Viola fixed them sausage and scrambled eggs. Jud calculated they had food for three more days.
There was no mention of what had happened the night before. Sam obviously believed Jud had heard nothing. But every time she got the chance, Viola showed him a smirk that regenerated his pounding desire to get even with her. He was beginning to feel like he'd spent his whole life listening to Sam and Viola screwing.
That wasn't quite the case. Jud was a good-looking man-better looking than Sam, though not quite so brawny. He'd had a string of girls a mile long after him since he passed puberty, and when he dropped out of college and went to work as a car salesman, he did a short stint as a playboy type. The
