Chapter Four
Straying from the Path
It took two days of hard running to burn off the nervous paranoia, two days spent constantly looking back to be sure she wasn’t followed. She didn’t meet any other travelers, but she couldn’t quite get comfortable in the way stations at night and slept little and badly.
The third night she was too tired to be scared anymore and slept until nearly midmorning. She still ran that day, but this time she was looking ahead to the coming way station and the setting sun and not behind.
The way station was as uninhabited as all the others had been, but in the bathroom she found a pile of rubbish left behind, perhaps by Stu and Pete or perhaps by someone else entirely. There were bean cans, quite empty, and wrappers for hard rye bread squares. There was also a
