Zeb asked casually that afternoon as they bounced along the rutted road toward the highway in his truck. “No. Why?” “The obvious reasons. You might not like it here. It's lacking in creature comforts. There's no way to earn a living. If that's a concern.” “Yes, it's a concern. I'm not independently wealthy. Although...” He turned his head to look at her. “Although what?” She pressed her lips together to keep from blurting out that she had a settlement from the divorce. It was none of his business. “Nothing.” They rode in silence until they hit the highway, then turned south toward the small town of Powderkeg. “There must be some way to make a living out here,” she said watching the rugged landscape pass by. “I'm starting to wonder,” he muttered. “But you do...make a living.” “Yeah, sure. But it ain't easy.” “I'm not looking for something easy.” “What are you looking for?” “Something different.” “From what?” “From what I was doing.”
