Little Girl Lost (or the Rescue of Juneau)
She was going to be fine. No marks or major injury spotted, Julian had been delirious and exhausted himself more times in his life than he ever expected and recognized the signs after a time and a thought. They just had to get her back to town and in the care of Colleen. Okay or Paige, but someone else would have to take her to the Campbells.
Julian gave him a short, jovial clap to Danel’s back once he had Juneau comfortably settled for the way back. ”You’re a strong guy, right?,” he told the younger man, a bit of a smirk on his face. ”Help the girl.”
Rummaging about in his satchel, Julian retrieved the gun that Eli had given him at the outset of the excursion and admired it for a moment. ”I’ve got your back,” he told him over his shoulder as a few steps caught him quickly up with Eli. ”Right! Who are we shooting?”
"No one at the moment. And put that thing away. You might shoot your eye out. Last time I gave you one, you nearly killed Mr. Robinson’s cat." He murmured. He brought his rifle once again to his side and began to walk, testing the radio every few feet for any signal.Out here, no one is ever sure of what may or may not happen.
"Also, I wanted to tell you something." He spoke, and whapped the back of Julian’s head with a gloved hand. "That was for the book comment last week. I’m doing big things with those notebooks. And writing sappy romance novels seems to be more up your alley than mine."
Giving a slight chuckle, he decided to keep the situation a little lighter, as panicky crotchety men in the forest by the mountains make for an oscar-winning and sexually confusing time. ”The tale of Julian, he who is more like a Cyrano De Bergerac than an average Romeo, a true master of words and explosives. In which every valentines day card is also a detonator, and his idea of romance is watching things go boom at sunset!”