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of small timber.
    “Nice!  This should last us through tonight,” I say as I help him set the pile down beside the iron stove.  My sour mood towards him has faded.  It’s funny how being stranded together will do that to you.  Whether I like it or not, we only have each other to count on right now.  Best to let bygones be bygones for now.  And if I were to really admit it to myself when Bentley finally did return I’d never been happier to see him in my entire life.  Leave it to being stranded in the middle of blizzard in the middle of nowhere with no real survival skills to give you great perspective.
    “It’s not tonight that I’m worried about,” Bentley says, shaking some of the snow from his jacket.  Unwilling to face the direness of our situation just yet I don’t want to ask him what he means by that.  So instead I turn to focus on other things, things we actually do have a more solid grasp of.
    “Find anything useful?” he asks, pulling off his boots to let them dry by the fire.  My face lights up and I scurry over to the small pile of treasures I found, eager to show him.
    “Yes, a gallon of water, a candle, some matches, and three cans of food.”  I can feel myself beaming, so proud of what I had accomplished and I can see that my positivity is rubbing off on Bentley as he cracks a small smile too.
    “Nice,” Bentley’s smile broadens.  It’s a genuine, sweet smile, and it’s directed at me.  My stomach does a little flip and can feel my face start to redden.
    What the hell was that?
    This is Bentley. Man-whore extraordinaire. Nothing to get excited about.
    I quickly get myself under control.  Now is certainly not the time for this.  I need to focus.  Change the subject; get him to stop smiling and getting my insides all flippy floppy. Geez, I’m like a damn fish gasping for air.
    “How is it out there?”  I ask, my gaze shifting from his smiling face to the frost covered window.  I can barely see anything through clouded panes.  What I can see is a sea of white, and that makes me feel uneasy.
    “Cold as fuck.  The deep snow prevented me from going much further but I gathered up everything I could find near the cabin.  It’s not much, but hopefully we won’t be here too long.”  It finally occurs to me that we might really be stuck here for a while. 
    Gathering my courage I ask, “How long do you think we’ll be here?”  My voice is tentative and shakier than I would have liked.
    Heading over to the futon couch Bentley flops down and allows himself sink into the worn cushion.  “The blizzard warning is supposed to last for the next three days, so maybe four or five before things are back up and running and the roads are cleared.”  For a brief moment my mind goes blank and I contemplate is whether or not this is all a horrible nightmare that I will soon wake up from.  But I don’t, this is reality.
    Four or five days?  With only three cans of food to split between two people?  And a small pile of sticks to keep us from freezing to death?
    “We’re fucked,” I say.  There is really no way around it.  We are totally and completely fucked.
    “We’ll be alright Sierra.  I promise.  I’ll make sure you’re okay.”  Bentley’s words are somehow reassuring, as though the insurmountable shit storm we are facing is somehow not as bad as I had thought it was.  Somehow, someway I believe him, and his confidence warms me more than it should.  I flop down beside him on the futon and sink deep into the cushions alongside him. If he’s not panicking, then I don’t want to be.
    “We’re going to miss the wedding.”  It’s in two days; no way are we making it there in time.
    “Yeah,” he agrees.  “Unless there is some sort of miracle between now and then.”  I nod in agreement.  I just wish I had a way to get a message to my mom, but of course there’s no cell service out here.  I’d been trying without luck since we arrived several hours