16 Devil’s Backbone State ForestSusan Fuller woke with a tremendous pounding in her head. Her mouth and throat were cotton dry, her eyes bleary. She tried to move, but her head threatened to explode. It had been a long time since she had a hangover like this. What was worse, she had no idea where she was.
Somewhere close by, birds were singing. A soft wet breeze caressed her face. The scent of cedar and fresh rain soothed her aching head. But there was also a faint smell like overripe fruit.
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light while her fingers investigated. A thin mattress and scratchy blanket separated her from the floor. She was on her back, and as she attempted to roll over, pain shot out and stopped her.
It came to her in short clips of memory. In a panic, she grabbe
