A TWILIGHT GLOW SATURATED the land before they finally made camp. Melony had never been so exhausted, bruised and battered. She dropped her pack to the ground and silently went about the task of pitching her tent. Before she did so, she had to clear the ground of rocks and twigs and other debris, and lay the plastic tarp down. Afterwards she erected the small tent and laid her bedroll out. When she had finished she thought she would probably die before morning came.
While she was in her tent, she afforded herself the luxury of tears. Damn, when was the last time she had cried? Probably when her grandmother had died. There was no part of her body that didn't hurt. There was no part that didn't feel scraped raw.
She acknowledged to herself that her tears weren't of anger at Hunter for push
