She calls after me, something about escape. I ignore it. I find another range with my
rangefinder, I move carefully and with precision. The day is eaten up and so are the miles. The
voices call. I do not listen.
Night comes again but this time I sleep thoroughly through the night. I hear the voices as
I would in dreams but I remain, as in a night terror, on the lower edge of consciousness. I am
pleased at this result.
At the beginning of the third day I find, based on my calculations, to have gone about
twenty-two miles. If the map and my navigation is true, then I should emerge onto the highway
before midday. I don’t really expect this to happen. I expect some twists and turns along the way.
But I am hopeful.
I see the boy, and the girl, and several others calling out to me. I cannot be certain, but I
think they are Indians. If not, they are an illusion. In any case, I do not trust them. I cannot trust
them. I will not deviate from the path I have set for myself. I do not care how many times they
say that they will show me the way out. They cannot be telling the truth. It cannot be that simple.
I will keep going. I cannot leave the path. I cannot leave the path. I cannot leave... UJ