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Ash stretched and stifled a groan at the stiffness in his joints and muscles from sleeping on the hard ground. He walked to the opening between the boulders that formed the entrance of the cave and peered out into the fading sunlight. It would be almost an hour before he could leave his shelter.
He gazed out over the barren landscape, waiting for the sun to go down over the horizon. The narrow collection of boulders in the middle of nowhere became his temporary sanctuary. The journey he started on two nights ago quickly turned into a fight for survival. Everything had been fine until the sun came up the morning after he arrived, and he had started to fry – literally.
He had once been in south Texas along the Rio Grande during the height of summer, and decided anyone crazy enough to tr
