He took a deep breath and held it, reaching out with
all his senses to touch every part of his surroundings. The bark of the tree
biting into his back. The crackly litter of leaves under his boots. The cool
air that came rolling up along with a mist from the creek. The small body that
huddled, shivering, next to him. He counted four men as he listened to the
footsteps leave the stony bank of the creek and start up the hill.
“Friends of yours?” she whispered, her breath warm
against his cheek. Her voice quivered with fright.
“No.”
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