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April 1, 2019
Taos, New Mexico
Beecher bit back a curse. Pain shot from his knee shoot through his entire body. The fall down the granite slab must have actually wrenched something. He tried to ease to a more comfortable position without giving away that he was injured but Conklin was watching him with concern all over his face. “We can rest.”
Beecher shook his head, eager to get back to civilization. “I’ll be all right. How much farther to the van?”
“Half mile maybe.”
Once again Beecher thanked his foresight in bringing the younger man into the situation. Otherwise you’d be freezing your ass off with the South Africans. Earlier the sudden temperature drop had drained much of the desperate energy that propelled his escape from the South Africans. Conklin had met him on the trail w
