Chapter 35
Frost covered the ground that morning when Sharps, who’d had last watch, woke Steve.
“Rise and shine, Captain.”
Steve stretched and rolled out of his bedroll. Frank, who’d spread his bedroll on the other side of the campfire, grumbled about the chill and the uncomfortable spot where he’d slept.
“Next time get your own wagon.” Sharps felt comfortable enough with Frank to tease him a bit. Bart, Mrs. Hall, and her brothers had all slept in their wagon. As for him, he’d spent worse nights sleeping out in the weather, and he knew his captain had also.
“Huh.” Frank made sure his boots had no unwelcome visitors before he slid his feet into them, grumbling even more about how cold his boots were. “Coffee,” he muttered. “I need coffee.” He clambered to his feet and went to start the
