Chapter Twenty-One
Allie laughed as one of the men shared another one of their great hunting trips. The men had proven to be perfectly capable of doing their own domestic cooking, cleaning, and setup. Allie teased them that she could have used their help the other day when she was cleaning the cabin.
“Jacob is lucky he has any pots or pans left,” she joked.
“That’s the truth. I turned around and mice are running out of the cabin, followed by my cooking pots,” Jacob replied, enjoying how Allie was leaning back against him on the ground.
They were all sitting in front of the fire that the men had built a short distance from the cabin. They were all full from a meal of fresh rabbit, fish, and the rest of the dried vegetables that Allie’s mom had packed.
A sigh escaped Allie as she tilted
