Chapter 39: Comrades, Part 8

Michael

It’s a perfect day for walking; a classic late Autumn day, brilliant sunshine, bright blue skies and that bite in the air that tells you Winter is just around the corner.

James obviously knows the trail well, taking us miles in a circular route through mountain woodland and around the lake.

I’m looking forward to a hot bath…. Wonder if he’s told her yet…?

…. I don’t think so….

She’s walking ahead of us, throwing bits of bread to a squirrel, trying to lure it closer. While her back is turned to us, I ask quietly…. “Does she know?”

He’s struggling to keep his face straight. “Didn’t see any point in handing out spoilers,” he murmurs.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Quite sure. It’s what she wants…. Now, shhh, before she hears us….”

Back at the cabin, we strip off our walking clothes. James, unlacing his boots, comments, “It’s always the best thing about good boots, isn’t it….”

“Taking them off, again?” I laugh.