Chapter 23

In that moment, a middle-aged Asian woman crested the rise just beyond where they stood, so Rusty forced himself to be still and say nothing. As the woman drew near, Nate visibly relaxed, working his jaw and taking a deep breath. He smiled kindly at the woman and nodded as she passed.

Oh, wow. Mr. Friendly!

Rusty followed Nate’s example with a smile of his own. After the woman went by, he looked back toward Nate and found the ever-more-enigmatic man regarding him with an expression that certainly wasn’t contrition, but might have been resignation.

“Thanks,” Nate said, “for saving my clumsy butt.” He started walking forward on the trail once more as if nothing had happened.