We remained still around the cluster of trees, making no move, but at the same time, fixing our gazes at the pack house to find out if the noise had subsided.

Scarlett began to cuss quietly to herself, and all I could hear was a tiny ligament of her voice as she murmured.

I shot a glance at her as she unavoidably turned to the other side of the tree. I was tempted to speak and ask her what she was murmuring about, but the instant I realized that we might get into even greater danger, I remained mute and kept my question to myself until we were finally out...