Chapter 23
Mac wasn’t sure what woke him up. He lay very still and listened. He could hear the soft sounds of Angie sleeping. That was it. He frowned. He got up, pulled on clothes, and grabbed his pistol before easing out of the tent. It wasn’t sun up yet, but it was close because he could see. And it was cold. That’s what they needed — a snow storm to blow in, he thought glumly. He stood by the tent and listened. He didn’t hear anything.
And he should, he thought suddenly. He should hear whoever was on guard. Maybe even Rand starting breakfast. More sounds from the tents. There was nothing. He looked over at the vehicles. The one he’d drove into camp last night was gone.
“Son of a b***h,” he said softly. That was probably what had awoken him, the vehicle leaving. Angie came out of the
