Rhett listened as one of the gunmen muttered that they were running low on bullets, and his stomach dropped. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He glanced at the savages still circling and probing their defenses, his anxiety mounting with every second. "Sure, leaving sounds great," he cursed silently, "but how the hell are we supposed to get out of here with those savages breathing down our necks? No way. We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Gritting his teeth, Rhett scanned the area, desperate for a way out. His eyes locked onto a large tree not far from the campsite. The path to it was partially hidden by the tents. If they could make it to the tree, they might slip into the forest and head toward Randy's camp. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all he had.
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