Dunfallon has chosen to take us along a route that keeps us on the level, rather than up and down over the rolling hills. We stay in the valleys and dells between the hillocks. I believe that, though longer, we are making better time and not taxing our strength.
And his mood has improved. Rumble keeps him close company. So, often the sound of laughter bubbles up between them. That, too, lightened our load and sped us on our way.
Still, I cannot shake the feeling that we are being shadowed by that black bird. I turn and look, and see nothing but the trail behind us. I cannot say for absolute certain that nothing is there, but neither can I say that it isn’t.