Chapter 10

The few minute breather became an hour, then a two-hour stop, as the wet ground kept the plaster from the tracks from drying enough to lift it. “It’s supposed to be quick-dry,” Cara explained, “but the conditions need to be ideal for it to work.”

Lennon started with exaggeratedly looking at the sun, his watch, and tapping his foot.

“Look,” Cara said, “why don’t most of you go on ahead and get camp set up. I’ll stay here until this dries and meet up with you later.”

“I think someone should stay with you, Mrs. Gibson,” Letty said, scratching at her chin. “It’s not safe with just one. If you tripped and fell, what would you do?”

“Or, you know, what would happen if she got eaten by a Sasquatch,” Lennon mocked.