Killian seems to read my mind. “My cabin’s straight down wind. Anyone approaches, I know.” Oh. “And I got the patrols overlapping up there.” He points to the crest of the ridge behind our cabin. I had no idea. Oh, shit. Why don’t we scent them? They can definitely smell us from that close. Kennedy smokes her pipe on the back deck. Killian cracks a slight grin. “We know you ladies cut loose sometimes up here.” “I—” He raises a hand. “Keep it up here, and we don’t have a problem.” “We didn’t—Why can’t we smell the patrols?” “If they didn’t have the sense to stand downwind, they wouldn’t make
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