Chapter 20
Sunday
By midnight, Nelson was grateful that the screaming bobcat had kicked off his journey two hours earlier than planned. The route he’d plotted to his destination was much thicker with overgrowth than he’d anticipated. As a result, his top speed was averaging one mile per hour rather than the three miles per hour he had been counting on.
What I wouldn’t give for a machete, he grumbled to himself as he struggled to cut through another tangle of vines. Both knives he carried were designed for combat and ill-suited to hacking through such dense underbrush.
Nelson’s blade finally severed the last stubborn tendril, and he was relieved to find his feet on one of the narrow dirt trails that ran through the refuge.
Change of plans, he decided as he took in his surroundings, the
