Murdock woke Annie a couple of hours before sunup. As Annie was becoming more mentally aware of her surroundings, she noticed that her current location was not where she went to sleep. They were still by the river, but she could see the outline of the ridge in the gloom of the early morning hours. It was disconcerting, but Annie had resolved that she didn’t have to know everything about Murdock or his ways of accomplishing what he needed to.
“Any sign of the hunters?” she asked as she hunkered down to warm herself and take off the morning chill.
“Not yet,” Murdock responded as he tended the fire and turned the chunks of venison. “They have been doing most of their fishing downriver a hundred feet. We should be able to see them approach long before they get here.”
“And if we don’t?” Anni
