Elijah and I passed the day dodging patrols searching for us. Patrols set upon us by the innkeeper who recognized Elijah as the “troublemaker.”
Before he came back for me, Elijah hid the Captain and Tomas away somewhere in the mountains. And they are waiting for us there now.
When we will rejoin them is the question. For we are being held here at the direction of the Spirit for His purposes.
In our wanderings we noticed that the army’s tanker trucks are hard at work siphoning up any water that is left in the river. The whole process shouldn’t take much longer.
I wonder what the town will do once the army leaves and they’ve taken all they wanted.