CHAPTER 73
As we walked towards it, leaves rustling, getting closer, I felt encouraged. It was a huge thicket of tangled branches and thorns. It almost looked like a wall. We circled it, and it must’ve been 100 feet deep in every direction. It was impenetrable. If anything fit his description, this was it. No one could get anywhere near this thing, unless they had a thick machete, and were willing to spend days chopping. Whatever was at its center—if anything—would likely be untouched.
But then again, maybe this was just a huge thicket of branches and thorns, and all that we would find for their trouble was more thorns.
Caleb nodded slowly. “Yes,” he said. “This could be it.”
He studied it for a while, the finally said, “Stand back.”
I took several steps back, wondering what he would do.