The trip from the cabin to the transport pod was uneventful. Annie would walk as much as she could and ride, on the cart, when she found she could no longer keep up.
“Are you expecting trouble at the transport pod?” Annie asked quietly during one of the many rest stops they took on the trip.
“I always expect trouble,” Murdock responded flatly as he drank and had a few bits of smoked venison.
“That seems to be a rather negative attitude,” she quietly chided as she had some of her own venison.
“If I expect trouble and there is none, I get to be pleasantly surprised,” Murdock responded. “That outcome is far better than the reverse. Expecting trouble has kept me alive more times than you can imagine, but the important part is that I’m ready for it.”
Once they were on their way again, Anni
