Chapter 87

Like our normal morning routine, I had another rabbit roasting over the fire in the cabin while I split some more firewood, and Juliana was bundled up on the porch, watching me. I instantly reached for the gun at the small of my back when I heard a twig snap. “Easy,” Jaxon called from the edge of the woods. I slid my gun back into place and set my axe aside, turning to face him. “I’ve got some news.”