Chapter Twelve
Orla
As Warner and I got closer to Barton Creek, we heard the trickling sounds echoing off the canyon wall. Laughter mixed in with the sound, telling me unseen children were playing in the waters.
His hand securely held mine as we went down a pathway through somewhat thick trees. “Watch your step. It gets rocky up here near the water. I don’t want you to slip and fall into the water.”
“Perhaps we should slow down a bit, so that doesn’t happen. There is a slight chill in the air, and getting wet might give me a cold. The last thing I want is to be sick.”
He slowed his pace. “Yeah, good idea.”
As we eased through the trees, they suddenly opened up, and there it was—the crystal clear water. “This is beautiful!”
Looking up the creek, I saw some children splashing around i
