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The mist cleared some more as we reached the river. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen. I almost forgot about Jack. Trees dipped their branches in the water and fish swished and swam around the rocks. The remains of the mist swirled around the tops of the trees like smoke.
We had to jump onto rocks to get across. The water rushed under our feet and between boulders as we hopped from one rock to the other. I slipped, and Byron gripped my hand to keep me from falling in. My legs were unsteady as my feet touched the ground on the other side of the river. I breathed hard, and my lungs were on fire. We hadn’t even reached the halfway mark yet.
A troop of monkeys ran across the trail and bounded into the forest as Byron urged me onward. I could quite happily have throttled him.
“You’ll thank me when we get to the top. The view is amazing,” Byron said, as he patted me on the back. “And just think how good this will be for your muscle tone.”
“Isn’t that the same view that we have from our cabin?”
“No. It’s completely different. You’ll see.”
I was anything but convinced.
We carried on trudging deeper into the valley and crossed the river again. Then the ascent started slowly and painfully. The odd glimpse of a deer made the hike more bearable.
We were close to the top when I slid on loose stones. I managed to get my hands between my face and the ground in time and scampered the short distance to the top on all fours with my arse in the air like a monkey. Byron couldn’t stop laughing.
“You okay, Babe?” he asked between chuckles.
“I’ll survive,” I said while picking gravel out of my palms. Stretching my aching back muscles and legs, I turned and surveyed the view. It was spectacular.
“You see what I mean?” Byron asked. “Isn’t it worth it?”
“Not sure I’ll go that far, but it is a stunning view.”
The wind direction changed and became icy. I shivered. The mist that had been on the verge of dissipating reappeared in full force and enveloped us.
Jack’s face stood out in relief from the mist, like a cloud. He towered over us and picked Byron up by his throat. Byron’s legs dangled in the air, kicking as he struggled.
“Put him down, Jack,” I screamed.
He squeezed tighter. Byron’s legs kicked less as his struggles became weaker.
“Please, Jack,” I begged. “You’re killing him.”
“That’s the general idea,” Jack said between clenched teeth.
“Why?” Tears dribbled down my cheeks. “What did he do to you?”
“Do to me?” he shouted as he dropped Byron. “That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?” I knelt next to Byron and checked for a pulse. It was weak, but he was still alive, unconscious, but alive. I sighed as relief flooded over me.
“Just get rid of him,” Jack shouted and disappeared, leaving me to deal with Byron’s unconscious body and a whole lot of difficult questions I would have to answer once he woke up.
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