“Water will cover up our trail and scent.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he confirmed. “Hang on tight.”

He nearly flew over the lake, his feet barely alighting on the surface of the water, then we were on the other side, facing a range of mountains in the distance.

“I have a bad feeling,” I said.

“We’ll rest in a cave before we start to cross the mountains,” he said. “I expect us to get to the Utah border before first light the day after tomorrow.”

“Sure, life is all ...