Ezra
Derrick and I have been running through these woods for hours now, and it is getting dark. Still no sign of him. Derrick is almost frantic. Even though he wasn’t a part of Andrei’s life, I could tell he did love him in his own way. So he should, Andrei is his son.
We came to a stop. We had just run the entire border over once again and through the mountains. Heading back to town, we spot a fire burning in the distance that wasn’t visible from the gully we had just come out of.
“That’s the packhouse,” Derrick points out as we look down at the town.
“He must have gone back, come on, let's see if we can get him,” I suggest to Derrick, and he nods.
Shifting back, we approach the town center and the park. I spy Andrei standing out the front of the packhouse, his back is to us as he w
