Chapter 6
The Editor
The Devil’s Tail Ridge. An island surrounded by a sea of air. Wooded slopes to the east and west, some areas gradual enough to climb, others dangerously steep. To the north was the great, straight drop into the canyon. To the south, the main road out of the Blues.
Ryan Stahl didn’t know these trails, but he wasn’t too worried. Although the woods were strange to him, the layout was easy. Even if he got lost, as long as the sun was out, he wouldn’t stay lost. Walking south would lead him in the right direction.
Circling the small lake, he got a good look into the surprisingly clear water. There was enough fish to make him excited for the next morning, when he would rise before the sun and maybe catch his breakfast while the others slept.
He saw a cluster of H
