John stepped off the bus in the mountain settlement of Besisahar as his clients collected their gear. The treacherous ride through the hills on the aged and failing highway skirting the Seti River gave his clients a fair dose of what living in rural Nepal was like. Life in this hard yet pristine beauty of the mountain foothills was an uncertain thing, which they’d soon find out. He watched his party plod off the bus one by one as Orson pulled their gear and packs down from the top of the bus. For the most part, they appeared fit and able, but he wasn’t so sure about the woman named Michelle.
Cam, or Blondie as he thought of her, was Michelle’s traveling companion. The long-legged blonde with mercurial hazel eyes walked with an air of confidence. She put him on edge because he was fairly s
