Lane looked around and found Anna already on the bunk fast asleep. She had leaned her rifle in the corner and laid down. That was as far as she had made it. She was done and had nothing left in her. He walked over and picked up an old newspaper and some kindling which were in boxes by the door. The kindling was very dry and lit easily. Within ten minutes he had a fire going in a cast iron stove, and within less than an hour the little cabin was warm. He loaded up the stove with larger pieces of oak wood before shutting the damper, and the vents back so the fire would hold for the night. Then he took her pack off of her back, and then her insulated coat, boots, pants, and shirt off. He zipped her into her sleeping bag, and using her coat for a pillow he made her as comfortable as possible.
