Most of the items were canned goods that could be warmed on the wood stove. The few perishables that he had purchased would be gone in a few days. Sin...e there was no refrigeration in the cabin perishables would rot if not consumed within days of being purchased. After the food was unloaded and brought into the cabin Roger was sure that he had three to four weeks supply.The owner of the cabin had warned Roger to thoroughly wash out any food cans that he opened and to flatten the cans and store. Only, Emma was nowhere to be found. ‘Emma,’ he imagined screaming through the church. ‘Emma!’ Even though his heart longed for Emma and his soul begged for Emma, for some stupid, commonsense of a reason, his brain overruled his prick and picked Lorraine. Only, love has nothing to do with commonsense. Seeing now what he was unable to see before, his heart would be forever broken if he married Lorraine. Only, no one came forward to stop the wedding. No one pulled him away from Lorraine and from. Now comes the really tricky part. I need to rotate… Freeze; her leg is moving. Her breathing’s changing. Is she waking up? No, just shifting. She’s thrown her leg over mine; good thing my hand’s on her stomach now. I wonder if the position of her legs means something, or if it’s just random movement in her sleep? Either way, it makes my access easier. I can't help but grin a little. Let’s see how far I can get without waking her... Resting my palm on her stomach, my fingers hovering above her. ‘It’s me,’ he grumbled, setting down his bag and stepping out of his boots, ‘with visitor.’ ‘Who’s the visitor?’ someone asked. A young man, pretending to be harsh and wary, by the sounds of it. ‘Stray.’ It stung. She must have looked it, too, for Bill glanced at her and ruefully added, ‘Name of Hannah.’ A young man—maybe in his late teens—walked around the corner. He had a double barrel anchored in the crook of his shoulder. ‘Jesus,’ Hannah yelped, jumping and nearly dropping the coyote. Bill.