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Show "What difference does the color make?" "Don't sweat it. I'll keep the ax in the lean-to. You'll be snug as a bug." "Ooh, bugs. Earwigs!" she squealled. He ignored her, loading their food supplies back in the car. Stephanie the Novice liked to put on a good show. Half an hour later they crawled in their sleeping bags. Fully clothed in their jeans and parkas, Stephanie complained again. "I feel like a sausage! How do we sleep so stuffed in like this?" "Well, try. We're going to be up at daybreak." In minutes, Stephanie was breathing in long regular draughts of sleep. JD was glad she'd fallen off so easily. The night was dark. With no sign of a moon, JD himself felt uneasy. But why should he be afraid--the senior authority, the protector, the experienced camper? He shuddered as the cold deepened. |