That night, they camped under the dubious shelter of a quick lean-to in the middle of a dense stand of pine trees. The weather cooperated in precipitation, if not in temperature, and Deline woke to find herself pressed against Carrone for warmth.
They were quiet as they walked, working out all of the kinks and sore spots from sleeping on the ground, and when a trader passed them, he left them well alone. Deline imagined they must look like they were in a horribly foul mood, dangerous people you didn’t want to get too close to.
The gendarme who came upon them several hours later clearly wasn’t worried about that. He glowered at them and asked them questions about a recent robbery nearby and several other issues – thankfully, none of which they’d been involved in. Continue reading