Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Two
“This trail is a lot worse that the other one,” Spruce grumbled.
“You’re the one who said we needed to find a new trail,” Turner said without slowing.
Spruce looked down to the western ridge and wondered if the two hikers they robbed had made it back to their camping site yet.
“Turner, it’s going to be dark in a couple hours, and we are outdoors, in the mountains, and … in a forest.”
“Like I said, your idea.”
“My idea was to get away from the scene of that burning truck and stay out of a military prison.”
“Well, we did that.”
“Yep. We did. Now I wish I had an idea on how to get out of the night air and avoid being eaten by a panther.”
“You mean a mountain lion.”
“Whatever. Big, fast cats with fangs and sharp claws.”
“There ain’t any mounta
