CHAPTER SEVEN
True to his word, the trees and brush vanished fifty yards ahead and we stepped out of the thick woods and found ourselves on a narrow dirt road. The thoroughfare stretched from north to south and wound its way out of sight in both directions.
Ware stooped beside the dirt and sniffed the ground. He frowned and backtracked, nearly crashing into Vargas who had pushed Allard out of the way at the first chance of getting out of the rough woods. Ware turned his head and glared at her and she scowled right back.
“I will not stay another moment in that forest!” she snapped as she hurried around Ware and to the middle of the road.
“Is there a problem?” Allard asked our hunting guide.
Ware dropped his nose close to the ground and sniffed the border between the wild grass and t
