“Have a guava,” Esther recommended when Mac stopped his pacing long enough to dip an eager finger into Reuben’s rich, savory meal. “Dinner won’t be ready for another hour.”
He could taste just a hint of lime in the thickening gravy. It made his taste buds water.
“Give me something to do.” He hated being bored. And if the fierce gusts of wind screaming past their narrow entryway were any indication, it was going to be a very long night.
Reuben lifted one shoulder in a diffident shrug. “I could always use another big cook-fire,” he suggested. “Most of the turtle went back into its shell.” He grinned as he pointed toward the bubbling ‘pot.’ “But the rest I cut into thin strips for jerky. It’ll last a long time once it’s dried, and we can eat it anywhere.”
“What do you need?” Mariah hated
