This was probably the first time, I realized this trail was different.
The wind whistled through the tall, withered grass around me, as I battled with the corner of the tarp being ripped from my
His eyes widened, and he took a step back. I glanced around quickly. Did he have company? Was he alone? Damn – Jason had warned me about the “Hachita Drug Runners,” so I had been moving cautiously through the old ruins, and still not seen him.
My feet felt as if they were wrapped in sand paper, as I hobbled around packing up my gear. I