The caravan slowed down and turned off the main road, taking a small, insignificant little path off to the side. At first glance, it didn’t look like any special path, but after looking for a moment longer, I saw the slightly worn tracks of the cart. It was hardly there, and it looked like someone had taken special care to cover up the tracks to make sure they stayed nearly invisible. Unless someone knew there was a path here, they would have kept walking along, none the wiser.
We continued down this path for a little while, and I made sure to enjoy the break from walking. My body needed the rest more than I had realized. It felt like everything was looking up, and I found myself growing more hopeful again.
“Do you really trust this old man?” Navarro asked, startling me. He hadn’t said a
