Deciding I didn’t need to get to the highway, I turned back. Ron Able, the deputy sheriff at Oso n***o, called me every day when I was up here alone. When he couldn’t get through, he’d check on me. Probably later today.
I reached the cabin without incident but noticed the small window to the bathroom was broken. Fearful the bikers were inside the building, I rushed to the door and fumbled with my key. The place was empty. When I threw back the covers on the bed, Andy looked at me through frightened eyes.
“They…they came back!” he gasped.
“Yeah, they broke a window to get in. But maybe they’re convinced you’re not here now.” I explained the situation on the trail.
“Is it true?” the youth asked, struggling out of the hollow between the two mattresses. “Will the deputy come looking for yo
