"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Toyota 4Runner sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Drew made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Santa Fe, and it's about fifteen miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start striding off, then. Which way is west?"
"Goodness me, we're not going to walk to Santa Fe."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Pen Lodge."
"I didn't find Drew the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she offered curiously.
"Pshaw. So, what is this place? Gonzalez's private resort?"
They had been leaping down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a bog.
"Let's go down to that bird's nest and wait," he protested. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Gonzalez louts don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a hedge trimmer or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?