Atlas awoke to a thick stream of urine spurting into the sky. The ground over his head was moving. When the hot urine vapor hit his nostrils, it woke him fully and brought with it the understanding that he was bundled face down across an animal’s back. He groaned and tried to look around. The donkey stopped and someone flipped his feet over his back. He landed with a jolt face-up, staring up at the redwood forest canopy. Logan’s jaggedly cropped head came into view, his face in shadow, and sunlight blazing around his head.
“Bahtrd,” Atlas said through his gag. “Un hy ma.”
“Having a little trouble with your diction, asshole?” said Logan.
“Mu-her fu-her.”
“I’m gonna take this gag out of your mouth. If you scream, nobody’s gonna hear, but it’s really gonna piss me off.”
Logan yanked the
