He didn’t want to die in there.Ī few minutes later, he emerged from the canyon onto hard-packed, sun-beaten clay only to find the shadow waiting for him.
Perhaps he should turn back? No, that would put him back inside the network of caves where she had found him in the first place. He had to reach the end of the canyon before his pursuer caught up to him. Rocks crunched under his shoes as he sprinted up the tiny hill. The ground beneath his feet had a slight upward tilt. He jumped over a rock, landing in a crouch, then forced himself to rise again and darted through the canyon like a madman.Ī shadow leaped across the canyon above him.Ĭraning his neck when he noticed the flicker of motion, Sal squinted at it. Wincing, he hissed air through his teeth and then shook his head. He managed to keep his grip on it, though the hot glass smacked against his cheek and burned him. He tripped on a rock.įalling onto his knees deliberately, Sal held hard to the lantern. The lantern swung like a pendulum on its metal ring, the flames dancing and nearly winking out more than once. Sal scrambled over the rocky ground, panting with exhaustion. Night in the desert was cold, and that relentless wind only worsened matters. The small lamp cast an orange glow on the canyon walls, walls that stood so close together he could barely stretch his arms out to the sides. There were a few stars twinkling faintly, but otherwise not a speck of light to be had. Wind swept through the narrow canyon with a howl like a banshee, a sound made only more terrifying by the moonless, night sky overhead.
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