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get to us, it’s going to be harder to get home.”
    “Fine,” she conceded. She supposed he did have a point. Morale was everything.
    “Which way do you want to go?” Vincent asked, staring at their surroundings.
    Sarah looked up at the sky, using the sun to determine the direction they should go. “We need to go back that way if we want to head to Texas,” she said, pointing in the direction from which they had come from. “But that’s the way toward the Lunas and we know that we are wanted by the law, too.”
    “So we head away from home?” Vincent asked, apprehensively.
    When he said it out loud it didn’t sound like a great idea. Sarah shifted on her feet, taking him in. He had no shoes—not that he seemed to mind—and neither of them had jackets, food, or water. Their situation was one mishap away from disaster. They needed a plan before something happened to either of them. An injury or a cold night could mean the difference between life and death.
    “They’ll expect us to head back to Texas to seek out sanctuary and safety with our pack. So, if we keep going in the opposite direction, maybe we stand a chance at getting some rest and supplies. We could also lose them. Maybe even get them to give up their search,” Sarah thought out loud.
    “Our family thinks we are dead anyway; it’s not like they are going to be looking. There is no reason to head that way. No rescue party is coming. How do you propose we get supplies?”
    Sarah chewed on her lip. “I don’t know. Let’s just take this one step at a time.”
    Vincent nodded and motioned for her to go with his hand. “Lead the way.”
    ***
    V incent watched as Sarah wiggled a stick between her palms. It seemed she’d been whittling away for hours trying to start a fire. Finally, a thin line of smoke fluttered up and he held his breath, waiting for a fire to catch. His stomach growled as he finished adjusting two rabbits on a spit.
    Sarah sighed heavily as flames began to lick the twigs, causing them to crackle.
    “Just give it a minute to get started and then we can make dinner.”
    “Learn that trick in Girl Scouts?” Vincent asked, curious.
    “No, I already told you I camped with my parents a lot.”
    “True, but most people don’t know how to do that. They bring the hand held lighters with them.”
    Sarah looked up at him with her jaw set and eyes narrowed. “My parents wanted to make sure we knew what to do if we ever got lost in the wilderness while out hunting,” she responded annoyed.
    “So, they taught you how to take care of yourself because they cared about you,” he stated. That must have been nice. His own father taught him lots of lessons, only Emmett’s teaching had involved a beating or verbal abuse if he got it wrong.
    Sarah shrugged, looking away from him. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out an irritated sigh.
    Vincent adjusted the rabbits over the fire as he studied her. Before Preston’s death, she had been warm, friendly, and talkative. Now, she was standoffish—almost downright cold. He understood what she was trying to do all too well. Sarah was keeping him at arm’s length for fear of getting hurt again. He wanted to comfort her and assure her that everything would be okay, but he’d never done that type of thing before. His knowledge of women was limited to hasty one-week relationships or one-night stands. He didn’t have the first idea how to befriend one.
    Sarah pursed her lips. “I was thinking we should keep heading in the general direction we’ve been walking. New Mexico has a few national parks. If I’m remembering correctly, there is one close to where we are. I think we’re heading in the right direction. We could stop by there and pick up supplies, maybe get a stash of food before we figure out how to get back home.”
    “Once we make our way out of the woods, we should stay out of them. The Lunas probably still have a substantial amount of men out there searching for us. They are