You were tucked up in your bedroll — not in your tent, no, but in John's. You'd bribed him with $5 to let you laze in there for the day, hiding from the persistent Miss Grimshaw.

You knew if she found you, you'd be both scolded for doing this, and for not doing anything in camp. Not a preferable situation, considering you were tired as all hell.

Miss Grimshaw's voice outside the tent made your heart thump wildly. It was a miracle she hadn't found you yet, honestly.