“Brice did.”
“All right. If you say he did. All right. Now what?”
“I don’t know. I have to think. I have to try and remember what happened to me. It’s the only way that this crazy whirl will make sense, and it has to make sense. It has to.”
She nodded. “Let’s go into the room. I want to be with you tonight. Let me have the gun, dear?”
He stared at her, his jaws knotted. “You think [p95] I’m nuts, don’t you? You think I’m crazy.”
“Darling, darling, of course not. But I wish you’d give me the gun.”
Resignedly he unstrapped the gun and gave it to her. He shrugged. “I don’t blame you. Hell, I think I’m crazy too.”
She didn’t argue the point.
They both went into the front room and sat there staring into the ashes of the dead fireplace while dusk fell about the cabin. Finally Beth started the fire. When she had finished, she bent and kissed him.
“Why don’t we get some sleep, honey,” she said. “That may help.”