69 Devil’s Backbone State ForestMaggie figured they had two hours before the sun set. Maybe only half of that before the forest started to get dark. But Keith Ganza wanted to get the “lay of the land,” so he could prepare his team for the next day. A day that promised to be as physically brutal as it would be mentally.
Already Maggie was out of breath, and they had just left the service road—supposedly, the only road into the forest. The rest of the way would be on foot. As they trudged over the rocks, through the mud and between the trees—some places so tight they had to sidestep—Maggie realized how limited they would be as to what gear and equipment they’d be able to carry to the site. At the same time she couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to haul out the bodies.
Sheriff Olson
