Kim rubbed the back of her aching neck. Her body felt hot and her breath short the next day. She wore loose-fitted black shorts and a white t-shirt which was drenched with sweat. She bowed over and took deep breaths, until she could stand upright to view the mountains in the distance, with hues of ash black, white, and dark green. The chilly wind feathered her cheeks.
“You have to keep the momentum going, Kim. If you stop for too long, it’ll be that much harder to get back into it,” Ricardo said from above her on the hilly trail. He still appeared refreshed and full of energy as if they weren’t hiking along the paths of La Cabrera.
On the twenty-minute drive from Patones, he had explained how a hike would take their minds off their problems with the cartel. It worked.
She nodded. “Rica
