Chapter Six
Morning came in gray and cloudy, with a hint of coolness in the air. Alexa slowly roused herself, moving around carefully in her concealed little space, trying not to make any noise. She had a couple of trail mix bars for breakfast and drank a little water. She still had a decision to make, and there was no point in putting it off any longer.
She spread her purloined map out on her sleeping bag and studied it. She had some idea where she was and some idea where Jackson’s trading post was. If she was close to right with either assumption, she ought to be able to get there in under an hour. All of her reasons for remaining out of sight were still valid, but her urge to visit what passed for civilization out this way had gotten a powerful addition last night: She was incredibly,
