Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 30

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The morning came and went. No cops, no sirens, no men in the bushes yelling
at us to come out with our hands up, guns drawn, the trigger-happy quick to
mow us down in a rain of bullets as one small action was interpreted to be
something else—it appeared that our dog days were over, though I knew
better than to jump to unlikely conclusions.

Disgruntled from a night of sleeping on the hard dirt ground, I rolled over
in an attempt to adjust my posture and rammed my elbow into the exposed
root of a tree.

"Ow," I said.

"You ok?" Guy asked.

"Just the usual. Rough morning on this side of the law, you know?"

Guy lifted his head from his place near the high ground and frowned. The
lines etched throughout his eyes told of a night spent with misery, a
battle fought well but not valiant enough to avoid the discoloration that
swamped his upper cheeks. My immediate response was to ask if he was ok,
but he merely turned his head to survey the west before I could.

"Road's been clear all morning," Guy said, as if knowing I would listen
even though we were off to a rough stop. "No cops at all."

"Were there any helicopters?"

"Some passed over us last night. Thank God their spotlights were trained on
another direction, otherwise we'd be screwed."

My mouth parted in question. Guy lifted his hand and extended a finger to
the far side of the canopy—where, no more than a few feet from where
we'd slept, appeared a break in the trees, undetectable by the shadow of
night.

"Shit," I said. "We could've been fucked."

"Which is why I think it's important that we move as fast as possible." Guy
jumped down from his perch and crouched, offering a hand. "You ready to
move on in a few minutes?"

"You sure it's safe to walk along the roads?"

"At this point, I think anything is safer than dealing with farmers and
their homicidal cows."

"I'm not so sure about that," I mumbled.

Guy pulled a bag of potato chips out and tossed them at my chest. "Hey
Jason," he said. "How do you like your beef?"

"Ha ha," I replied. "Very funny."
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