Outpost (Razorland, #2)

by Ann Aguirre

“Nervous?” Fade walked beside me, matching his strides to mine. “A little,” I admitted. “This will be worse than anything we’ve faced in Salvation … and we’ve been living soft for a while.” I hadn’t forgotten the hardship of the tunnels or scavenging in the ruins while hiding from the gangs. Nor had the privation of the long journey dimmed in my mind. But, perversely, I took pride in what we’d suffered because we’d come through with only our weapons and our teamwork. He nodded. “No shelter, but the weather will be good. It’s warmer each day.” “I’m more concerned about establishing the outpost on a defensible site.” Fade thought about that and then said, “Longshot seems like he knows what he’s doing.” “That’s the only bright spot.” If they’d put someone else in charge of this project, I doubted it had any chance of success.