Sorely in need of some fresh air, Matt stepped outside their ranger station they were using as their command center, searching the sky for signs of a dawn that couldn’t come fast enough. Now that he was alone, he let himself feel the relief of knowing his gut was right. Dani wasn’t dead. The tracker had found their trail, with its two sets of footprints, heading straight up the hillside to the outcrop. One set matched the shoes Dani had been wearing. That same set had been easy to follow from the outcrop to the toilet paper bow. In the dirt under the tree, he had also found a simple drawing of mountains and arrow pointing toward them. At that point, the shadows were too long for the guy to keep on the trail. The risk was too high he would miss any other markers she might leave in the dark.
