Keith Rogers was standing at the main entrance of the cave complex. The huge door, it was more of a drawbridge than a door, had been opened to allow others to carry in more wood for the cooking fires.
I hope you’re happy, Emily, he thought as he pulled the deer hide closer. He had been trying to gather the hide to him to preserve some body heat, but had been largely unsuccessful. You deserted us when we needed you the most. As these thoughts ran through his head, he saw Jackson, “just call me Jax”, Hornsby returning with his arms loaded with wood.
Hornsby had been a late addition, having been admitted just before the first snow, to the rest of Roger’s charges. To Keith, the man looked familiar, but he couldn’t place him. He had resolved to keep an eye on Hornsby until he was satisfied as
