Bajo and Eola ran down the trail switchbacked gently into the valleyside, the surface well trod and clear of windfall, and as they ran, Bajo scanned the terrain for cover, for somewhere to hide or hole up. There were trees to climb where he’d have an advantage, but Eola wasn’t a climber and leaving his…
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