The terrain has changed. Much less vegetation. And the trail has taken a turn to the south, following what I make out to be a river course – dry with not a lick of moisture.
Tomas was fully recovered and ranged far to our front, vigilant to protect us.
The night air was cold. We had to keep moving to keep warm. The Captain feels it most keenly.
I remained by Elijah’s side. (He no longer hangs back to pray, rejoining us at a later time). He has added a wealth of detail to what he told me yesterday, but I still await an independent confirmation.
We halted at the first streaks of dawn and prepared ourselves against the coming heat.