#Chapter36
/"My ass is sore, Thorin. Are we almost there?/" A chestnut-haired beauty pressed her hands against her back and stretched away from the pain of four straight days sitting in a wagon.
The dark-haired man beside her rolled his green eyes away from her newest complaint as it lingered in the air of the sultry Louisiana August morning. /"Not much longer now, Sweet Girl./"
It finally dawned on her that the only scenery they passed so far was farmland, and she sighed as her fat red lips pouted. /"Please tell me there’s some kind of proper shopping and entertainment here. I don’t want to be just sitting around talking to you all day./"
The leather straps pulled a little tighter around his fist as he did his best not to snap at his ordinarily pleasant sister. /"I understand it isn’t easy for a young woman to be stuck out here in the country with nothing to do, but we’re in hiding, remember?/"
