I’ve been two days and three nights puzzling. Okay, worrying. If a person has so little experience with the essentials of sustenance, how will she manage her own bandages? Shelter likely is an issue. Does she have something safe to eat?
With the venison smoked at different camps, the tanning of the hide was underway. Always on the move.
“April, I feel compelled to find this girl…woman.”
“You think it wise given her attitude?”
“Her inexperience might take her life.”
“Trying to find her might cost us our lives. If she has access to one gun, she probably has access to more.”
She has a point. I thought it through during the nights of worry. “We’ll have to take that chance.”
©2014 Sandra R. Davidson