As she approached mile four, a pickup truck came up behind her. It slowed to a stop beside her and the driver rolled down his window.
“Are you lost?” he asked. “You’re quite ways from civilization.”
She nodded, wearily. “I got separated from my friends yesterday. I’ve been walking ever since.”
“Then hop on in and I’ll take you into the next town where you can call someone.” He chuckled. “Unless you want to walk the ten miles yourself.”
“You are a blessing. I’m not sure I could even walk ten more steps. Or one more step.”
“Then come on. I don’t think you’re gonna want to walk anywhere. It’s ninety degrees out.”
Cam hurried around the truck as quickly as she could and boosted herself up into the cab. “What time is it?” she asked.
“Almost two o’clock. You look in bad shape. Have you ha
