That worked for Poe.
He wanted to be as far from the eight-legged beasts as possible.
Together, they began walking up the rocks, and that’s when Gamble heard it. The sound was so faint, but his ears picked it up.
He stopped, and put his arm out so Poe would stop too.
The second he heard it, he knew.
Well, shit.
Now, they had a problem.
Their trackers were on to them. It was clear where Diablo and they broke off, the men decided to chase the footprints, exactly what he didn’t want.
They hadn’t gotten too far onto Native land, and not anywhere near where people lived.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
“What?” Poe asked.
He gave him the bad news.
“They got their quads. They sound less than a mile away,” he admitted. “We’re not outrunning them, Poe,” he stated.
The man looked scared.
“What do we do?” he asked.
Gamble knew there was only one thing.
“So, about those spiders…”
Poe’s eyes went huge. There was no way he was going to suggest…
“We have to share a space with them. Out here, that’s the only place we can hide. I can stash you somewhere, but they might find you, and then, I can’t fight them without a gun.”
That sounded ominous.
“Oh, God,” he said. “I don’t like creepy crawlies and darkness,” he warned.
Gamble knew they had very little choice. If they did, he’d use that. The last thing he wanted was to go down in that hole too.
Been there.
Done that.
He’d spent way too many hours in places like that trying to keep himself alive on missions.
Trust and believe, he wasn’t a fan either.
It was time for honesty.
“If they get you, they’ll torture you to get me. I’ll give myself up to save you, and they’ll kill both of us. I need time to figure out who they are,” he stated. “Tonight, I’ll do that.”
