Chapter 6
As the mountain grew smaller behind them, the trio of escapees ran for the river. The sun was still bright overhead, but it was inching ever closer to the horizon. Unfortunately for them, it looked as if it would reach its destination long before they’d reach theirs.
“We’re about halfway there,” called Harrison. “Let’s keep up the pace.”
Carter shot him a dirty look. He was doing his best. He was sure both the others had had more exercise than he’d had over the past few weeks. Lying around on a bed wasn’t the best preparation for what was turning out to be a marathon. Besides that, his throat burned and his knees and fingers, where the skin had come off, stung.
So when they finally arrived at the river, the cool water was welcome relief. Carter fell down onto his skinned knee
