Thirty-OneAlana climbed to her feet slowly, an angry red welt appearing on her forehead. She touched it gently, pressing the swelling flesh at her hairline. “Well, that's the end of that plan,” she said, looking at the smashed wheel of the cart. The mule had come free of its shackles, wandering over to a clump of dry grass to feed.
Jasper floated next to the witch, his eyes scanning the land around them. The cabin lay a few hundred feet behind them, dark slopes looming over them. “I know the way home,” he projected, Alana hearing his thoughts. “It is too far for us to walk though.”
“I know, little one. We are indeed far from sanctuary.” She looked around herself, an idea formulating in her thoughts. “I do have an idea. Are you ready?” The boy nodded readily as Alana extended her hand. Th
