In the morning, Bree cooked fresh scrambled eggs. “Where’d you get these?” Court asked, shoveling a forkful into his mouth. He hadn’t had eggs in months, and they tasted heavenly.
“From those chickens Ronnie found,” she said. “If they weren’t such filthy birds, I’d suggest we take a couple with us when we move on.”
“If we move on,” Adam corrected. “Court still can’t walk.”
Court tugged up the leg of his jeans to expose his bandage. “I can put a little weight on it.”
“Not enough to walk,” Adam said.
“Ronnie said we could use those ATVs…” Court looked at his friend for confirmation.
Ronnie hunkered over his plate as he ate. It almost seemed he wasn’t even listening to their conversation, but when Court turned toward him, Ronnie shrugged. “I’m going to go take a look at them today. Whic
