Ozark Sunrise [antikvár]

aruisA bright, three-quarter moon highlighted the thick tree line where frog song echoed across the property of Sunrise Retreat, a Christian youth camp secluded in the Missouri Ozarks near Branson. The glow caressed the outline of one particular cabin, sending a shaft of light through an uncur-tained window.Kimberly Bryant turnéd over in her bed and tentatively smiled at the moonlight. She was back. It felt good. . .yet strange, almost frightening. After years of wandering, she was back at the camp where she had spent so much time as a kid.This time she was going to be a counselor for girls who were just like she had been in her "wandering years." In the excitement, she couldn't close her eyes and go back to sleep.Five minutes later, dressed in her jogging suit and shoes, her waist-length, golden-red hair hanging loose for warmth, she left the cabin. She always did her running in the morning before sunrise, loving the peace and silence that hovered in the air before anyone else stirred. Even in her home in Branson, where the tourist crowds had overrun the home folk, she still felt safe on the dark streets.Kimberly's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she saw the other cabins clearly. Melancholy touched her for just a second when she glimpsed the outline of the camp chapel. She and her closest friends, Pam and Adam, had worshiped together often in that chapel when they were growing up, back when life was simplerwhen her mom and dad were still aliveand Kim hadn't felt the weight and worry of life pressing down on her.Kim knew she would be seeing her old friend Pam Reed