Chapter 38

Inside the barn, Ford held her with one arm while he pushed hay into something resembling a bed with the other.

“Here…” he said, gently lowering her to the pile. “I’m going to see if I can find food.”

“Where?” Eliza asked, frowning. “Aside from Ben’s jerky, where will you find more food?”

“I brought some with me, of course, and you might be surprised by what I can find. Buzzards and coyotes aren’t the only creatures skilled in scavenging.” Ford smiled, but he didn’t look happy. He watched her for a few seconds, holding her gaze, before finally leaving her alone.

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Ford returned sometime later with a battered, scorched pot full of potatoes that had seen better days, and a skinned rabbit.