Within an hour, the majority of the campsite was packed up and cleared out. From his spot just inside the open flap of his tent, Court watched as people he’d been traveling with for days tore down their own shelters, rolled up their sleeping bags, and shoved all they owned into overstuffed backpacks and rolling luggage. A few stopped by to say farewell, and Court found himself searching for names he must’ve heard earlier but no longer knew. They had grown too large a crowd, he thought. Another day or two traveling with so many people would’ve caught the attention of whatever it was that had attacked the inmates.
They were better off on their own, he and Ronnie. The way they had started out. It only seemed right.
As the last of the group trailed up the hill to the road, Dizzy came to say
