There were miles of bank where he could emerge. I wanted to dive after him, but I knew that would give him the advantage. Had he stopped? Was he waiting to attack?Īnd then I heard a faraway splash at the same time I crested a snow-dusted ridge that broke off in a steep cliff.įar below, a deep glacial lake, long and narrow, almost like a river. I was gaining on him.Īnd then the noise of his progress was gone completely. The tracker moved quietly, but not silently. But I thought I could hear something ahead. I could barely hear Emmett’s charge through the forest. I wondered whether he had a plan or was just running aimlessly to throw me off. I couldn’t hear his mind-he was slightly out of range-but I could follow his scent easily enough.
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Part of me was full of fury, another part was just anxious to finish this. Was that the tracker’s hope? Separate us and take us out one at a time? I was on my guard, waiting for another sudden turnabout. He curved west toward the far-distant Pacific as we climbed higher into the eastern edge of the Rockies.Ĭarlisle and Emmett were falling farther behind. It didn’t take long before I was glad I’d given myself six hundred miles to catch him. It was a relief not to have to rely on road, but just to take the shortest route toward my target. It was a great relief to run, to move under my own propulsion, after the long drive stuck inside the Jeep. Maybe the tracker would think I was farther back than I actually was. His louder attack might cover some of the sounds of my own.
I could hear Carlisle and Emmett behind me, Emmett charging through the underbrush like a rhinoceros. I pushed myself, blurring through the trees we’d just driven past. The tracker did not sound either upset or frightened by the sudden reversal in roles. I landed on the balls of my feet, and I was sprinting toward the sound of the tracker’s thoughts before the others had got their balance. We all three threw ourselves out of the speeding Jeep. As I worked to control the vehicle, suddenly the tracker’s voice was there. I hit a rut that had the Jeep jolting out of our lane. This road was much rougher than the last. “On my word,” I told them, waiting for the first touch of the tracker’s mind. We could pretend to stop for gas again-it was nearly time-but this change of pace would have the tracker on edge. The sun was on the other side of the mountain we were climbing. I couldn’t hear another mind anywhere nearby. It looked quite similar to home, but drier. We’d started climbing immediately, and now we were surrounded by trees again. This side road took us quickly away from the barren, early spring farmlands that lined the road to Calgary.
Emmett was more than just tense-he was thrilled, eager to get to the fight. That would have to pique his interest.Ĭarlisle and Emmett knew what the change meant. It represented a new behavior we hadn’t exhibited up to this point. The road did curve around eventually back to Calgary, but it wasn’t the fastest way to get anywhere. I turned off onto a small side road that led into the southernmost end of Banff National Park. I wanted to stop running away and start hunting. We could have continued to Edmonton, waited for full dark, but I was getting more and more anxious.
We were on a small freeway that led to Calgary.
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