If there was any disturbance in the night, Court slept through it. They had decided to set up a watch while the others slept, with Ronnie first. Little good it would do against another attack, Court knew, but he kept his mouth shut. Maybe whatever had torn apart the convicts’ camp was still full from its meal the previous evening. Or, worse, maybe it had followed the other survivors as they continued their southward trek. Court lay awake for a long time, listening to the faint static on the radio and watching Ronnie’s shadow flicker against the tent, tossed there by the last of their firelight.
He woke only once, when Ronnie came into the tent to sleep. He heard the tent zipper open and close, then heard his friend undress in the darkness. He stayed on his side, and was already drifting b
