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Corliss picked a good spot behind a row of thickly growing bushes and settled in to keep an eye on what had to be the trail. They should be passing this way soon. There just weren’t any other good ways through these woods, especially when they were hampered by a barefoot captive. She’d get another bead on which way they were going, and with any luck it would all be over by tomorrow morning. It might be a little rough on Amy until then, but there was no help for that now. Corliss took a sip from her canteen and waited. Waiting was always the hardest part for her.
The Dark Woods – Chapter Two
Corliss shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, careful not to make any noise. They were probably still a little ways off, but it was unnaturally quiet here in this dark woods and even a little noise might carry a long way.
She lay behind the clump of bushes at the top of a low rise. Fifty or sixty feet away, and about ten feet below her position, what looked very much like an often-used trail crossed a tiny trickle of a stream. Unless she had guessed very wrong, which was possible but not likely, Amy and her three captors ought to appear along that trail eventually. In fact, Corliss had expected them to show up before this. Now every minute that went by without any sign of them worried her more and more. Could she have really been wrong about which way they would go? It was possible. She kept telling herself that she was probably right, but it was still possible that she was wrong. Well, she had a Plan B to go to if it turned out that she’d been mistaken. There was still plenty of time to resort to it. But what if she started to move and they showed up at exactly that moment? There wasn’t a lot of underbrush here under the trees and she’d be out in the open, easy to spot, with no good place to hide and that wouldn’t do her or Amy any good, would it? She looked at her watch and decided to wait for another five minutes. The hardest part was definitely the waiting.
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