The next day, Owen stood in a waist-deep field of waving grasses, looking up at a fading gray sky. The last twenty-four hours had been b****y hell. The ache in his face was killing him. He took a breath between clenched teeth, steeled himself, and pulled his GPS device out.
They were sixteen kilometers away from where Manny had made Claire"s emergency camp. He waved the flitting swarm of gnats away and assessed the small clearing about them. If he weren"t in such a damned hurry, it would be an excellent place to lie over for the night.
He shed his pack. “We"ll take five here,” he muttered, clamping his eyes shut. He raised a hand, gingerly touching the swollen mass on his jaw. He had done more than taken a healthy knock to the chin yesterday.
“I think maybe we should camp here for the n
