CHAPTER FIVE
JUD FILLED THE PACK WITH WATER. IT LEAKED A little, but not much. This would probably ruin it, but right now that didn't matter. Besides, it was Sam's.
Then he and Viola climbed the embankment and peered into the clearing that separated them from the woods. They could see no one, either here or in the line of cedars that was their immediate destination.
"Looks like it's all clear," Viola said.
Jud nodded. But then his eyes slowly descended to the sandy earth. There were footprints. As best he could tell, they led from the trees to here-the edge of the embankment-and then back toward the woods. They didn't have to be fresh; they could have been made a week ago. They could also have been made just a few minutes ago. But at least they weren't Sam's: Jud's guess was that th
