Six
“Luke, make sure Ben gets down to the Ramshorn on time, will you? I’d hate for him to not get the job because he got lost on one of the old logging spurs.”
“I won’t get lost,” Ben retorted. “I’ve been here long enough and driven up and down this mountainside enough times.”
“Luke?”
Luke laughed when Ben growled at June’s playful lack of faith in his navigational skills and earned himself a rather dirty look.
“I’ll make sure he gets there,” he replied and flopped on the longer of the two couches with his math book and notebook. The sooner he finished what little homework he had tonight, the more of the evening he’d have left to enjoy.
“All right, boys, I’m off,” June said as she jerked her helmet down on her head. “See you at the lodge at seven, Ben?”
“Seven sharp,” Ben affirmed.
