Marta woke in the pre dawn. Henry, beside her, mumbled as she left the warmth of their shared bed.
She looked out the window at the hills behind the hideout. The sun would be rising on a dismal day.
"Perfect!" She said as she turned on the coffee pot. She looked over at Henry's still sleeping form. He would be dead by noon.
Marta went back to the window as Henry woke. He wrapped his big bear arms around her, content to watch the sun rise over the hills.
"We're going over those hills today." She said, into his warmth. "We should dress warm."
"I'll be ready."
She turned fully into his arms and kissed him. Behind him the shot gun sat in the corner. "No you won't."
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