THEIR FEVERED PACE CAUSED SWEAT TO BEAD ON HER FOREHEAD and trickle down the side of her face. It was over eighty degrees and the afternoon sun bathed them in the sweltering heat. Alison tried to acknowledge her surroundings, at least because Israel was very different to look at than the Northern Border. Still, Grayson's image continuously swam to the forefront of her mind and prevented her from really taking in the scenery.
When they had no choice but to travel through towns, they got some strange looks. No doubt everyone thought they were tourists. Alison hoped their presence would not stir up trouble because they couldn't waste time. Their group could take care of themselves, but she didn't want to harm any human on the way to Mount Tabor. This wasn't their battle.
