By the time the sun came up, they were all on the move again.
The new colonists weren't so upset any more about being treated like a train of donkeys. Donkeys and people shared an important trait: they could both get used to anything, anything at all.
It was a cloudy day; it looked as if it would rain later. Samir hoped it wouldn't happen until the afternoon. He'd calculated that they'd reach Madan's old settlement if they kept walking steadily for seven hours. Well, they'd have to take a couple of breaks: eight hours.
They had set off just as the sun's rim rose above the horizon, bathing the world in an orange glow. They could make it by the middle of the afternoon.
