Snippet #1675789

Abegail spent the night cold and chilly. Agreeing with Walter that treking back down in the daytime made them a target Abegail mentally prepared herself for the climb. It was slow going. They did not have the proper equipment and the terrain did not lend itself to easy walking. At one point Abegail could see Walter up ahead of her. He was checking the way to make sure they could keep going with little difficulty or interruption. As she looked up to where he was going she missed her footing. With a small yelp she slid down abot a half a foot. Abegail's hands were scratched up and she was greatly annoyed at herself.

By the time she recovered from her slip and made it to where Walter was she was dusty and very angry. The sun was getting high overhead. She stopped beside Walter and wiped her hands on her pants. Abegail wiped her face with her hand leaving a dirt trail across her cheek. Abegail looked back the way they had come. Abegail dismissed the figures at first, thinking it was a trick of her eyes due to the sun and lack of sleep. A few blinks made her realize that she was not imagining them.

"We have trouble." Her mouth was set in a grim line. "We are still a good distance ahead of them but they will catch up if we slow. Best to keep moving as best we can and see if we can vary our course some. Make it harder for them to find us."

Abegail started climbing again.