That meant the sun rose even earlier than at their home in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, hundreds of miles farther south. These thoughts tugged at Jack’s brain while he tried to decide whether to open his eyes. Even through his closed eyelids, he could tell that sunlight was sliding through the mesh-screen window next to his head. Could be 5:30, or as early as 5 a.m. To find out for sure, he’d have to open at least one of his eyes to look at his watch. But why was the camping trailer moving? Balanced on two tires and a jack beneath the trailer hitch, the trailer always teetered a little when anyone walked in it. Or—and this thought made Jack’s eyes fly wide open—it could be a grizzly pawing the outside of the camper, getting ready to slash the canvas with six-inch claws! Luckily, it didn’t turn out to be anything that exciting—just Ashley, prowling around. Before Jack had a chance to ask her why she was up so early, she was gone, tiptoeing through the trailer door, closing it quietly behind her.
