They stayed in the cabin for a week. The weather had remained rainy and cold but the cabin was as warm and cozy as one could ever imagine. On the seventh day the sun came out and on the eighth morning they were on their way.
Lane left a thank you note explaining their situation and a hundred dollar bill for the food and the cabin. He said hopefully, they might meet someday and lift both their home addresses and asked him to please write. They both signed the letter separately in their own hand with gratitude.
After that they threw their packs on, grabbed their gear, rifles, the shotgun, and were off, closing the door behind them. Looking to the east they could see an opening in the timber heading away from the cabin.
"What do you think?"
"I think that"s our trail home, right there.
