Chapter 50

• WillowMy nerves had settled some since Zeke had disappeared into the night, but the adrenaline was fading fast, leaving me exhausted and sore from the full day of activity as Ronnie steered me to sit in one of the four matching chairs surrounding the breakfast table downstairs.
• She apologized profusely that Zeke had been able to make it all the way into the lodge to me as she flitted around the kitchen, explaining that her brother had just warned her of the possibility of an interloper before she had registered the foreign voice speaking upstairs.
• I could tell that she was beating herself up over the fact, despite her hasty reaction which had aided me in running him off, at least for the time being.