We splash around in the water for a little before we wrap up in our towels and head back to the cabin. I check on the kids while Alex builds a fire in the pit and we sit, huddled together to dry off.
“I wonder sometimes what happened to the children in Chekalin. Do you think things turned out alright for them?” I ask.
Alex shrugs his shoulders and says, “Any life without a father who would bring you to a gunfight has to be better than the alternative. I can check into it for you if you want. I do still have connections.”
“No, we have our own family to worry about now. It was just a fleeting thought,” I answer. In truth, I have wondered at times if they’re safe and healthy, but they have a mother who seemed to love them. I like to think they’re doing better than my mother and I did.
The fire burns down and Alex and I head to bed. The kids will be up early and ready for another adventure. I take my regular spot on his chest and run my fingers across his naked skin while he strokes my hair.
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
The End.