Once the skyline blushed and the hint of twilight flirted around the edges of the day, the three of them started again. The nocturnal sounds of insects and small lizards scurrying in the dark became a background music for Simone. Spyder and Rizzo carried flashlights, but she carried a lit oil lantern. Fresh batteries were hard to come by, but Spyder had managed to get some renewable ones. He charged them at The Hub for the flashlights.
In the low light, Simone lost track of the direction they’d come. The mountains seemed closer, but she couldn’t be sure. The petroglyphs had been hidden by the falling night. Exhausted, tired, and hot, Simone longed for her sleeping bag alongside Spyder back at The Hub. Right now, the others were probably singing songs, laughing, and telling stories of the
