Chapter 5: The Journey HomeHe rested so deeply the soft light of dawn failed to rouse him as it did the others. It was Rolfe banging the coffee pot and building the fire that nudged him awake. MacDonald was pulling on his boots, a grin cutting across the wide face, “Good morrow, laddie, and did ye sleep well?”
Lorenz blinked his eyes against the rapidly expanding light, but did not answer. He forced himself upward and shook his head, clasping and unclasping his hands. MacDonald reached over and undid the rope. Lorenz rubbed his wrists to restore the circulation and tugged his boots on. Young James roared away in the direction of the willows while Martin mumbled, “Guten morgen,” and followed James. Lorenz stood. Except for the needles exploding in his feet, he felt fine. He and MacDonald h
