Never mind the distance. Never mind the noise. Never mind the dirt and debris weighing the air. Stew. Mike’s stomach rumbled after the aroma winding its way up the mountain. The few cold biscuits he’d eaten early in the morning didn’t even make a decent memory now. The men around him paused in appreciation of the heavenly scent then attacked the earthen barrier with more vigor than they’d displayed in the past hour. Mike followed suit, loathe to appear idle when the women appeared. The work distracted his grumbling stomach—or, at the very least, disguised it. Once he smelled supper, nothing could actually stop his stomach from sulking. Loudly. Not even the last of the warm water sloshing in the bottom of his canteen muffled it. He put his back into the work and tried to keep his mind off his stomach by keeping one eye on the road. The rhythm of his pickax became a series of countdowns awaiting the women. Three … Two … One … Nothing. Three … Two … One … Still no sign of them, but Mike’s nose stubbornly insisted that supper stayed nearby.
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