TARUK TOSSED HIS GEAR LADEN SATCHEL onto the soft grass at the side of the dirt trail that they had been following all day and slumped down on a log beside it. The weather had not been kind to them on this day and his boots were soaked clean through. He swatted a mosquito away from his pale grey skin and looked up towards the roiling, clouded sky. They still had three more days on the road... [click here for more]