The leaves surrounding them were lush, but the dirt path parched and beaten down. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground aside the train tracks made shiny by years of use.
Michaella bent over, tied her boots and released a heavy sigh.
You okay, love? Damon asked.
Nervous as hell.
The hike is going to be great.
She tried not to doubt him as she doused her skin with deet, then rubbed a bit on their dog’s coat.
Damon strapped on her pack, “you lead the way.”
Never been more sure in my life, he winked.
Genre: General Fiction
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