He was just too bone-tired to do any more hiking today. Sitting down with his back against a tree, he took out the radio and thumbed it on.
“Here.” It was Kurt’s voice, low and gravelly.
“Spotted our little wood nymph.” He said quietly. “Can’t get to her though.”
“She walked you into the ground?” Kurt asked with a chuckle.
“Just about. You try following her sometime. Look, I’m on the right bank of the ravine, she’s over on the left. Only reason I know that is she’s got a campfire going.”
“So go get her.”
“Not at night. Can’t see a damned thing down in there. I’m going to cross just before sunrise and try to follow her in.”
“Left bank, she’s on?”
“Yeah, for now, but she’s skunked us more than once. There’s a chance she’ll double back uphill.”
“She’s makin’ us work for it.” Kurt obs
