As soon as we had things sorted out yesterday we parted notwithstanding the daylight and the heat. The ex-soldiers headed back the caravan track in search of a northern branch that will return them to their villages.
We continued west to answer our call.
We pushed on after nightfall and put as much distance between ourselves and our last camp as possible.
A wind storm lent a helping hand. It blew in from the north and crossed the track behind us on its way southward, obliterating all signs of our passage. We all pray that our recent companions were not swept up in it.
I called a halt only a couple hours into the new day.
Elijah required rest.