“Why Montana? Why not somewhere closer to the border, like Texas or California?”
“Because that’s the first place they’d check. Who would think to look in the back mountains of Montana? Plus, we have a pretty good advantage if attacked.” He waved at the view. You can see for miles all around them.
Eloise tried to remember her journey here but still blanked out after the plane's cabin. She thought about the other people who were there before her and what it was like for them.
“Were there any who didn’t make it? You know, when they got back home.”
He nodded. “Yes. Some refused our help, returned before it was safe, and were retaken or killed. Some couldn’t handle what they had been through and ended it themselves.”
He must have caught her expression.
“We have a high success rate, Eloise
