They continued down the trail, the path narrowing as it curved along the slope. The ground dipped and rose in uneven stretches, loose gravel slipping beneath boots that were still unfamiliar to many of the kids. Danielle adjusted her pace without thinking, matching the careful rhythm of the group.
Behind her, a foot skidded against stone.
“Dang it…” Spencer muttered.
Almost immediately, Tyler’s voice followed, low and steady. “I’ve got you.”
Spencer let out a breathy laugh as he caught his balance. “Thanks. I’m just… not used to these shoes.”
Further back, Allen’s voice cut through the quiet, louder than necessary. “I still don’t like shoes!”
Aaron sighed, the sound long and tired.
Briar’s irritation flared sharp and fast. “Well then take them off. Get your feet all cut up. If you h
