The bedroom was dark and she looked over at the illuminated hands on the clock to be sure it was indeed that time. She was hoping for a reprieve, but there was none to be found. “Tessie.” She reached over to wake her daughter. The girl was practically buried under blankets. She groaned as she turned over and then pulled the top blanket closer. Neither of them was going to bounce out of bed this morning. Renee wondered if Rusty was moving any faster in the bunkhouse. He had suggested they get an early start and leave at a quarter to seven. It had sounded like a good idea then, Renee told herself, since the drive over to Deer Lodge would take five or six hours. Fortunately, Renee didn’t have to worry about the bunkhouse today. Karyn was spending the night in the cook’s quarters and had agreed to fill in for Renee today for all three meals, and Renee was grateful.
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