“Water will cover up our trail and scent.”
“You aren’t wrong,” he confirmed. “Hang on tight.”
He nearly flew over the lake, his feet barely alighting on the surface of the water, then we were on the other side, facing a range of mountains in the distance.
“I have a bad feeling,” I said.
“We’ll rest in a cave before we start to cross the mountains,” he said. “I expect us to get to the Utah border before first light the day after tomorrow.”
“Sure, life is all about the journey of self-discovery.”
“You might not like what you find,” he offered mercilessly.
Had I mentioned that he was a party pooper?
After he ran straight for three miles plus, still carrying me on his back, we reached a cave before dawn kicked in.
Jason dropped me at the mouth of the cave, not so gently. He must’ve be
