Page 45 of Finding Her


Font Size:  

"Pumpkin has a good supply of oatmeal, she always carries it, she likes it in the mornings."

"Good, hate to tell she might have to give it all up."

"Can't afford to lose our horses." Angus told him.

"That's for sure."

He brought the barrel over, it was wooden but wrapped in metal wiring. Angus went to his horse and brought back an ax and whittle the bottom out of it. They mounted it on several strong limbs that they had used to hold a door for the entrance. They plugged around it with mud so it would harden and hold it. "We'll use our gun buts to clear the snow out with."

"How'd you learn so much, you ain't that old." Angus laughed. "That old Frenchman must have taught you a lot."

"I was raised by him after my folks were killed in an Indian raid. He'd been around and done a lot. Fought in several wars, got shot up, and still managed to live. He taught me a lot about survival. He said the way he found me it was a wonder I had survived."

"Well, we're awful thankful he did teach you." Angus grinned.

"He taught me that without air, a fire won't keep burning. That's why we dug the tunnel. It didn't have to be a big tunnel, just so when the wind blows it will blow in on the fire."

"I didn't know the French were so smart."

"He learned to stay alive until consumption took him."

The way Aiden said that made Angus take note.

"What was his name?"

"I couldn't pronounce it, so he told me to call him Frenchie… " Aiden laughed.

"How long did you live with him?"

"Sixteen years, he just died last year."

"Too bad." Angus bowed his head.

"He did a heap of living though. Saw a lot of the world and narrowly esc

aped a few hard times himself.

It was late when Aiden laid down, but he couldn’t help but stare at Lucy as she slept. Out here in the woods it was easy to see Lucy's talents and how well she adapted to the country and the needs. She was quite a woman. He had to admit, he missed her laying beside him. He studied her long and hard that night. He'd never missed a woman before. He'd never hungered for a kiss before either, but Lucy had the makings of a powerful lover, and she had no idea.

He realized he was looking at her like a woman now, thinking of her like one too. He wondered if she'd mind?

Chapter Ten

The next morning, Lucy was the first one up and had the coffee on before he raised his head from his saddle.

"Smells good." He went to the door and peaked through the branches, but he could hardly see a thing, the snow drifts had accumulated and seeing out wasn't possible. He checked the barrel, there was a small opening of snow and he could see out, but it needed to be cleaned out regularly or it would stop up too. He took the end of his rifle and cleared it to look out. The snow was halfway up the entrance and still falling.

"We're snowed in now." He told her.

"I know. But at least it's warm in here and we've plenty of room. Looks like we've got plenty of food too. To be stranded in a cave we are doing well. I'm impressed with all your knowledge and know how, too."

They sat by the fire, no one stirred.

"So, what have you been doing the past few years Aiden?" She asked him as they sat and sipped their coffee together.

"Old Frenchie died."

"Oh, God, I wish you hadn't told me. I loved him." She frowned.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like