Amates 31, 1277. Taking a wrong turn for the right reasons.
There's distracted. Then there's what happened at the campsite behind us.
Miksai, his cheetah, and I reached Kiyosi at the weathered gray-white marble doorway, when a muted crash echoed through the canyon. Angry shouts far behind us were icing on the cake. I knelt down at the collection of canvas bags next to Ki, fished out my worn canvas shoulder bag, and slipped it on.
Kiyosi had pulled his attention away from the inscri...
Published on January 03, 2023 00:00