Chapter 7Six weeks after the surrender of New Colorado Protectorate
Todd stretched awake and yawned. Out of habit more than anything else, he reached down and ran his hand through Nick’s hair. There was a cool breeze wafting through the windows, and Nick’s breath was warm and soft against Todd’s chest. The air had that definite winter is coming nip to it. With all the people still making their way into Yellowknife, Todd hoped winter would wait another month or two before hitting them full force. Those traveling from the southern portion of New Colorado Protectorate would be especially ill prepared and have trouble adjusting to the colder climate and mounds of snow Elk’s Ridge and the entire region often boasted.
Nick inhaled deeply and shifted a leg between Todd’s thighs. Just then, Todd
