His breath came in gulps as he clutched the tree and listened for his pursuers. It hadn’t been long since he last heard the two conversing in their language. His only hope was to lose them long enough to get back to camp and help.
After listening for another minute, he stepped away from the tree. With each step he took, he felt more convinced he lost them. If he didn’t get back to warn the others, their scalps wouldn’t be worth spit.
If only they had avoided crossing the burial land—
An arrow pierced his heart, interrupting his thoughts.