Forty Three

Playing with my senses. The ride down the root got more intense, and I found myself looking at his broad back. It was so big, bigger than I thought. I’ve never seen Ian’s broad back, but I had a feeling Mike was bigger than he was. Mike had ignored me as usual, without a single care of the world. I wanted nothing more than for him to talk. I respected his silence on the matter, and somehow, I believed that he wasn’t at fault. Mike was target to the hunters. He must have been known by them. I understood the urge to have a middle ground, and the last say in this situation. What I didn’t understand was Ian. What did he have with that man that made him run the way he had done. I’ve been trying hard to connect the dots, and failing to do so. “We are here,” Mike boomed all of a sudden. I quickly stepped down, and my ankle twisted almost immediately. Mike shot his hand forward and saved me before I made a mess of myself. His hands were completely strong, and I revelled in how manly they