When the huge man with the two guns finally spoke, it seemed like the entire forest exhaled
Elchanan couldn’t remember ever feeling the beat of his pulse before. He stood completely still, every nerve in his body tight and alert. For a moment, he couldn’t even breathe.
Then he collected himself and appraised the situation. Here they were, he and Avi, just barely concealed by the towering trees and the shadows. One wrong move would give them away. They couldn’t risk communicating, couldn’t make a sound.
And one thing was very obvious: There would be no getting back to the starting point of the trail tonight.
Something brushed his shoulder, startling him, and Elchanan struck out reflexively, his arm hitting Avi in the stomach.
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