We were still skirting the lake shore the next day, as it was a sizable body of water. The glorious weather had taken a turn for the worse, though. Overhead the sky was still clear, but the horizon held a bank of brooding darkness that crept steadily towards us across the water. A cold wind whipped the lake into a froth, and I could hear distant rumbles of thunder. I’d heard that summer storms on the plains could be dangerous, and I didn’t doubt it. We needed to find shelter, and swiftly. Even if the storm didn’t blow up a tornado, there was likely to be hail, and a lightning strike was no laughing matter.
Raneld shoved his shoulder against mine, getting my attention. He nodded to the north of us, and I saw a cluster of low hills crowned with trees near the lake shore. I nodded back. That
