I grumbled and reached for the radio laying a few feet away and under an errantly tossed shirt. “What?” Breanne looked up and rolled over as I indicated a direction down and to the north. “Hotel, OP One, come in over,” I called. &n...
Firewood was at a premium these days and while Clint figured he had enough for the winter, this last load would be the extra insurance that would make him comfortable. His propane supply on the other hand was what he was uncomfortable with. A few years back, he and his wife Kathy had installed a ...