He turned and banged on the wagon door, pausing with his hand on the wood. Squeezed his bloodied palm at the conflicting emotions running through him. Swallowed and mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. “One thousand three hundred and seventy-nine.” “What?” He didn’t turn around. “Breaths. Since I broke through the trees to now.” He sighed deep. “I counted your breaths to stay calm.” Cason jumped out of the moving wagon without turning to see her face.
