Ambrose
I'm outside chopping wood for the fire before it becomes dark. The house and every gate around it will all be locked up tight before night takes over. We should be safe, but still, I will make sure there is no way onto my property or into my house. I have guns if I need them. I have never used them before, hopefully, it will stay that way.
Setting the axe down, I wipe the sweat from my forehead and take a breather. I forgot how much energy and muscle are used to do this. I am not as young as I once was. I get the sudden urge that someone is watching me. I glance around, but at first, I can't see anyone. The feeling doesn't shift. I look up at the balcony, finding whose eyes they belong to. Sierra is out on it, resting over the banisters with a glass of wine in one hand. How long
