Blogathon 2006: Chapter 34.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this post
His cave was empty, the rocks that made up his fire circle untouched. The few remaining supplies he'd left there in case he'd need to use the cave again were gone -- small coffee pot, frying pan and a few pieces of hard tack.
Someone had been here, and he was betting on Bliss.
Despite her name, she wasn't fond of the easy way of doing things and a cave hideout was just to her liking. Who could blame her? Anything was better than being hassled by Solitaire and his underlings. Even giving up a soft bed, perhaps, though Dove wasn't sure on that one himself.
Twisting down the path to a lower ledge, he caught site of a graying sheet of oil cloth stretched across some rocks. From the main trail the cloth would be nearly impossible to see because of the rocks that jutted out past the ledge. Urging his horse on, he pulled in closer; what he saw made his heart sink. There lay Bliss, still, on the ground. He was afraid at what he was about to find.
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/30/2006 01:31:00 AM
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