Chapter 110

It’s like the stirring aching feelings were not all about Colton, home, and being alone. As soon as I hit my new direction, something inside me stopped praying on my thoughts, constantly filling me with a sense of wrong and despair. It’s almost like I answered something that had been bugging me, and maybe I should just embrace the fact my instincts were telling me east made more sense. Which it does, even if I’m no longer heading away from the mountain, but sort of parallel to it now. I feel like I’m far enough that I will never accidentally stray into the path of a Santo, even if they come miles for whatever reason. It’s a big world, and a chance encounter would be unlikely. There’s no wind today, and I have enough scraps from a deer I felled last night for breakfast. I smoked a lot of it in a makeshift canopy I stuck over the fire through the night and let some dry out in the sun before it went down, so I don’t need to stop for food today at all. I can eat the semi-cured or dried mea