Paul wore the Aussie digger hat that no one had the courage to tell him made him look more than a little foolish, while Grayson still had on the Sun Devils baseball cap. They appeared to converse for a moment, and then Grayson set off along the trail. Paul removed his hat, ran his hand through his hair, and replaced the hat. He was probably wishing the monsoon rains from the day before would return.
No such luck, though; the day was mercilessly bright. Paul leaned up against the pickup, on the side that afforded a little shade because of the junipers growing next to the trail head, and settled down to wait.
Shifting focus, Lance watched as Grayson moved sure-footed over the rocky trail, rising as it headed farther back into the canyon. The rock walls to either side seemed to move ever cl
