Chapter 27Kelsey crouched in the shallow cave. She opened the saddlebags and took out the flashlight. Turned it on. It flickered for a moment, but stayed lit. She took the saddlebags over to the cave. Swept the dark hollow with the flashlight beam, afraid she’d suddenly see the glinting eyes of a coyote or something. But the cave was empty.
She took out the blanket and spread it over the cave floor. Searched the supplies — a flint striker, matches, dehydrated meals, trail mix, a couple of canteens of water.
She looked up as Garrett limped to the cave entrance. “Hey. You should have stayed there. I would have come back to help you.”
“I’m fine,” he said gruffly.
She gazed at him tenderly as he supported himself on the cave doorway. She was still a little drunk on his praise for the way s
