However, this place was a desolated wilderness, and staying here was also dangerous.
Betsy Russell could hardly wait until daybreak and then, with considerable effort, climbed up the slope.
She only thought of running away last night, and now she could no longer remember her way back.
Fortunately, there were many wild grasses during this season, and the path she took was still somewhat traceable.
Betsy followed the traces of the wild grass back, step by step.
She was worried that the two men would still be waiting for her at the foot of the mountain, so she proceeded cautiously with every step.
Fortunately, the van had left, and following its tire tracks, Betsy managed to return to the highway.
Now, there were numerous vehicles coming and going on the highway.
Perhaps it was because Betsy looked disheveled, but despite her constant attempts to stop passing cars, none of them were willing to pull over.
