Story

“Tweeeeeeeet” a whistle sound pierces the dry afternoon calm. Bobby’s eyes look frantic as he inhales and prepares to blow again. “Tweeeeeet” Jason approaches from behind, the sweet on his forehead soaking through his bandana. He cups his hands around his mouth and yells “HENRY?!” Both guys stand still and listen intently. All they hear are trees as the wind blows through there needles. They both look really tired. Bobby sits down on a log and Jason takes off his pack and stretches as he looks to the West. The sun is slowly descending towards the granite slabs in the distance. Shadows are getting longer and the guys sit together on the log looking distraught. Finally Bobby gets up and with a determined look on his face turns to Jason, “I’m going to run up the path as far as I can and see if I see anything” Jason replies, “Ok . . . luck”. Bobby gives Jason a lackluster thumbs up and starts to jog up the path. Just then there is a movement in the brush directly in front of where Jason is sitting. A guy with untied boots, shorts and no pack stagers towards the stump. Jason jumps up and yells up the path where Bobby had just left, “Bobby, he’s here . . . what happened Adam?”. Adam “I just went for a piss and then . . . . .”