Car Trouble: A Cassidy Callahan Novel. Kelly Rysten

of water and drifted off to sleep. I awoke thinking I should go to the creek and take off the bandages and wash the wound but gave up on that idea. The creek, thirty feet outside my hideout, felt like a mile away. The trail to Creekside might as well have been on the moon. I drank the tepid, bottled water then drifted off again.

      When I woke up I was determined to try and make it to the trail. It was becoming apparent that nobody had gotten any of my messages. While feeding Shadow I wondered how many meals he had missed. I had missed the same meals, but I had no appetite. I was feeling feverish and dull headed but decided to set out. Small goals, that’s what I needed. Just make it to that rock, I thought. And when I felt the rock beneath my hand I would pick a tree. Just make it to the tree, Cass. One goal at a time. I was reduced to crawling before I lost sight of my camp. The next big rock loomed ahead and I headed in that direction.