The beautiful red-haired woman trudged along the foggy mountain trail, her bare feet crunching on the ashen gravel floor that was strewn with broken bones and human skulls. She was determined to reach the top of the steep passageway though she shivered violently in the freezing cold, clad only in a white satin nightgown and a gossamer shawl. Above her, hawks, crows and vultures filled the sky while bats fluttered from one mountainside alcove to the next.
From the valley below she could hear a man"s voice calling her name, but there was no turning back. She forged ahead though her lungs were seared by the chilly mountain air, her eyes burning from the smoke that swirled along the trail. Her lips were parched and cracked and she was desperate with thirst but dared not waver from her task.
