SixteenSanto Antonio do Içá
Claire looked out over the water toward the distant shores of Santo Antonio do Içá from the back of the ferry. It was 7:00 AM, and already the heat was building into another beastly humid day. She tied her hair up in a knot and thought of Owen. It had been two days since he'd abandoned her and headed into the forest on a mission of his own. Their bitter parting still gnawed at her as well as what Manny had said afterward. Was she really risking her life along with her team's by going on with this expedition? Was her quest to find the 'Lone Bushman' interfering with her judgment? The questions chipped away at her resolve as the ferry headed to a small village with no name on the other side of the river.
A sharp twinge caught her breath. As her stomach roiled, s
