CHAPTER TEN
DOLFE STUMBLED INTO camp and leaned against the nearest tree, panting from pain and the effort of scaling the final hill into camp. Nothing moved. The place was silent. He was still in a foul mood about the biker. Who does that? Who turns away from somebody so obviously in need of help?
“Hey! Anybody here?”
Nothing.
He wondered if they’d managed to find a way out of the wilderness and left without him. A sharp whinny split the air. He frowned toward the makeshift corral in the trees. Noire was back.
Stupid horse.
He doubted they’d have left a thirty thousand dollar horse there alone. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself away from the tree and headed toward the historical representation of a cabin. Somebody should still be there, keeping an eye on the patient. As he app
