You crawl into the warmth of your bedroll as Sam lightly snores on the other side of the tent. You drift asleep quickly, happy in the knowledge that tomorrow you will reach your destination.
In the morning, you wolf down a quick breakfast of dried meat and tinned fruit, break camp, and load up your trusty truck. Excitement flutters in your chest as you see the Bull's Horns rising up ahead of you. Abdul guns the engine, releases the handbrake, and sets off once more toward the rising sun, the Bull's Horns and, you hope, the oracle of God.
At the Bull's Horns