Eleven
Cold and wet with sweat, I fell down on my bag. In winter, the sun’s rays were harsh on the snow and eyes. The exhaustion from several months of travel had finally sept into my bones and left me desperate for a long reprieve.
But there was no rest for the hunted, not until it was dark again. I managed to push through the day, the promise of a sunset the only thing that kept me going. The lack of sleep whipped across my back, the heaviness an impossible strain on my body. I wanted to curl into my sleeping bag with Ashleigh’s arms tight around me and sleep the night away. I was ready for this adventure to be over.
“This is a good place to rest. I think.” Darren sniffed a boulder and I knew he was dying to give it a little lick. I didn’t know why, but he had this thing about large r
