“I may have s**t myself,” I said as we came running back out into the light. Steve didn’t laugh, but he was wheezing too hard anyway. Off to our right I saw a long line of people going into another cave. Off to our left I saw our guide, bent over double, laughing hysterically, slapping palms with several other local guys.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know there was one more left!” he called over.
Back on the bus, Steve said, “How did they do that, you think? Just a tall man and a horse mask?”
“I don’t have any idea. As soon as it screamed, I was hoping I could run faster than you!” I admitted. “I may never run again, the way my ankle feels now!”
Our laughter was muted as Steve put his hand on his chest and a look of pain crossed his face. I patted his knee and we were off.
This time Roger was
