33
Annie
I sat bundled beside Dad in his Cessna, watching the mountains on the horizon—snowcapped and gorgeous. A pile of supplies lay in the cargo area, an order placed by a new homesteader.
We banked south, and I watched the familiar scenery below, the comfortable silence between Dad and me nice since I’d been plagued by all thoughts of Roan since finishing my books. Sleep didn’t come easy, and I’d lost my appetite enough those ten pounds were on their way down the drain.
I needed to start a new book. Keep my mind focused on anything else but him.
But seeing the river in the distance brought back memories of our last time together while he’d burned with fever.
Did he miss me? Think of our time at all? Or was the fight for survival out in the wilderness enough to keep him occupied?
