If she recalled correctly, the back of the shack sat fairly close to the canyon wall. At least it had looked that way when they drove up. Okay, she’d get the cabin between her and the noises, the approaching men. She didn’t doubt they were partners of her captors. The only uncertainty was, where had the one man gone?
She grasped the log, switching hands and wiping her damp palm on her jeans. She moved on slowly, stopped and peered around the corner. Nobody. Nothing. Good. Along another wall. Around another corner. Still nothing. Ah. Almost there.
The hillside began not ten feet from where she stood. She gathered herself and dashed for the hill and the shelter of the brush, slipped between two thickly-branched, low bushes and from there, made her way on slowly up the hill.
A neat little
