The Ghost and the Witches' Coven by Bobbi Holmes

Author:Bobbi Holmes [Holmes, Bobbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robeth Publishing, LLC

Twenty-One

The tarp made a crinkling sound as he rolled to one side. I’m too old for camping, Brian silently grumbled, his back killing him after spending the night on the hard ground. Opening his eyes, he sat up while rubbing sleep from them before looking around. The fire continued to burn, but without more fuel it would soon die. Brian glanced over to Heather, who snored lightly, and then to Walt, who sat bundled in his tarp, silently watching him while the sun rose above the treetops to the east. The three had taken turns standing watch—or more accurately, sitting watch—while the other two slept. Brian had taken over for Walt, and he had expected Heather to be on watch when he woke.

“Good morning,” Brian said in a quiet voice. He nodded to Heather. “How long has she been sleeping?”

“About an hour,” Walt told him. “I woke up, couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Yeah, not the best accommodations,” Brian said, twisting his body in a failed attempt to work out the kinks.

Walt stood up and said, “Now that you’re awake, I think I’ll walk down to the creek. When I get back, we should wake up Heather and get going.”

“Agreed,” Brian said, stumbling to his feet. “I’ll go when you get back.”

After Walt disappeared through the trees, Brian picked up his tarp and gave it a shake to remove the dirt and pine needles. When he felt the tarp was sufficiently clean, he folded it.

“I never figured you for a neat freak,” Heather said, now sitting up.

Brian looked over to her. “You’re awake. How did you sleep?”

Heather jumped to her feet. “I imagine better than you. I heard groaning last night every time you turned.” She stretched and then touched her toes.

“Stop showing off,” Brian grumbled, tossing his now folded tarp on the ground.

“Showing off how?” Heather asked, now jogging in place.

“Reminding me how old I am. You jumping around like that.” Brian reached down and picked up another tarp; he began to fold it.

“Wow, you really are a neat freak,” Heather said, no longer jogging in place.

“I just figure it’ll be easier to carry them if they’re folded,” he said. “And we need to get going. No time to waste.”

“Why would we be carrying them?” Heather asked. “I’m not normally a litter bug, but under the circumstances, isn’t that a bit compulsive?”

“I’m thinking more along the line if we need them again,” Brian said.

“Why would we need them again?”

“If we have to spend another night in the woods,” Brian suggested.

“No! I refuse to spend another night out here! I need to shower. I have to wash my hair. I’m hungry.”

“I don’t want to be here in the first place.”

Heather let out a sigh and picked up her tarp. “Now that I think about it, even if we don’t have to spend the night in the forest, it would be crappy to leave these behind.” She gave the tarp a little shake and then folded it.

“We also need to cover the fire,” Brian said.

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