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and then in being able to cover so much ground. Somehow he’d never thought of an archaeologist as being an outdoor type. Oh, well. He used the radio once to contact Kurt, who’d stayed where they’d originally planned to intercept her, and found out that he’d relayed last night’s message to Lloyd, who was working his way back to that spot now. Once he arrived, Kurt could start uphill towards the upper trail. With any luck they could sandwich her today.
    With any luck…he was sure she wouldn’t be easy to catch, luck or not. He shouldered his backpack and set off to pick up her trail. Starting with the footprints he’d found just before nightfall, he moved upslope, scanning the ground for any additional clues. Within twenty minutes he found where she’d camped last night, and it was a bit annoying to discover she’d been so close by. Elf-girl was elusive. He began trailing her again.
    Her watch said it was time for a rest halt, and she was glad to take it. Her backpack was lighter than it had been when she started out all those days ago, but it was still a hefty weight to be carrying uphill. She sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and took a drink from her canteen. It was getting close to empty. She’d have to refill it soon, and the only source of water she knew of nearby was that ravine. The water was still running through it too swiftly for her to risk going down into it just to fill her canteen. Maybe further uphill, and later in the day, the runoff would have gone down enough for it to be safe. She huffed a bit from the effort it had taken to get here. The further up she went, the steeper the slope seemed to get. At some point she’d have to start heading west again, but that would mean striking out through the woods with no guidemarks, except for the few times she could see the mountain through the trees. She had a compass, but didn’t entirely trust it. Up in the mountains there were too many things that could make that little needle move off of true north. The last thing she wanted was to start wandering in circles while her pursuers closed in.
    It really was a beautiful day. Yesterday’s storm had washed all the dust out of the air, and the cooler temperatures that had followed were a welcome relief from the heat of the previous days. She didn’t know how long that would last, but she was grateful for it now.
    Her five minutes were up. She walked a bit wearily uphill, guided by the sound of rushing water in the ravine to her left.
    Normally, he’d be taking rest halts every so often, but he was trying to catch up with a young woman who was apparently in great physical shape, so he had to press on. The slope grew steeper the closer you got to the mountain itself, and he hoped it was slowing her down as much as it was him. At one point, he picked out a small, straight sapling and in a few minutes had made himself a walking stick, using his small axe. Maybe the help such a thing gave was mostly psychological, but he was glad to have it. He’d been able to pick up her tracks every so often, and soon realized that she was moving more or less parallel to the ravine. Was that on purpose? He rather thought so. She seemed to be at home in the woods, and keeping the ravine as a guide would keep her from getting lost. She ought to be getting very close to the upper trail now. If she took it, he could catch up with her more easily, he was sure…well, almost sure. He was developing a grudging admiration for elf-girl. When they finally captured her he was sure she’d still be a challenge. That was fine with him. He grinned wolfishly.
    As he trudged uphill, he reflected that this was indeed an odd line of work for him to be in. He had a degree in civil engineering, courtesy of the G.I. bill, and could easily find work almost anywhere: Work that would keep him outdoors and active, which he liked. But what other job offered the unique challenge of hunting down women? Granted, they usually just walked right into the