The convoy moved at a steady pace, the rumbling hum of the jeeps' engines the only constant sound in the air. Trees so tall and thick that only slivers of the blood-red sunlight could penetrate through the it that flanked both sides of the road. Shadows danced on the cracked pavement like restless ghosts.
While sitting in the front passenger seat, Amira kept her eyes on the road but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. Her fingers drummed a slow, steady rhythm on the armrest.
With her eyebrows wrinkled, her thoughts were racing around in her head like wild animals in a cage. Her mind kept replaying the earlier skirmish.
The image of that giant horned elk still flashed in her mind—the way it ripped through steel, tossed a grown man like a ragdoll, and charged like a force of nature.
