“I’m with him,” Deke said. “Let’s get out of here.”
“We need to find our way back to the desert,” I agreed.
“But the dead are still out there,” Janelle said.
“They’re here in the valley, too,” I reminded her. “But there aren’t any dinosaurs in the desert. Given a choice, I’d rather take my chances with just the dead, rather than worrying about them both.”
Deke rubbed the whiskers on his chin. “You remember how to get back to the canyon entrance?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I got all turned around when we ran. I was hoping one of you knew the way.”
Neither Deke nor Janelle remembered, and when we tried asking Jorge, he just stared at us in confusion and pointed outside again.
“Try your compass,” I told Deke. “Let’s get a bearing on where we are, and which direction we’ll need to go.”
He pulled it out, wiped condensation from the lens, and then stared at it.
“What’s wrong?” Janelle asked.
“Damned thing ain’t working,” Deke muttered. “It’s just spinning round and round, like it can’t find north.”
“Let me see.” I tried it for myself. Sure enough, the needle just kept spinning in a circle. I handed it back to him. “How much did you pay for that?”
“Five cents.”
“That was five cents too much.”
“It worked in the desert.”
“Well, it ain’t working now.”
Jorge pointed outside again.
“We can’t just go stumbling around through this valley,” Deke said. “We’ll get eaten.”
“That might be so,” I agreed, “but we can’t stay here, either.”
“Then what do you propose, Hogan?”
“I say we head for high ground. The valley is ringed by those hills. I say we get to the top of one of them, and then work our way back down to the desert. Should be easy without the horses.”
“That’s another problem,” Deke said. “With no mounts, how do we stay ahead of the dead once we make it out of here?”
I shrugged. “They’re slow. And judging by the shape those coyotes were in yesterday, I’d say the desert has been harder on them than it was on us. Long as we keep moving, we should be able to outpace them. With any luck, they’ll fall apart before too much longer.”
“And if you’re wrong?” Janelle asked.
I didn’t have an answer for her. None of us did.
Soon as it was light, we crept outside and held our breath. When nothing charged out of the undergrowth, we relaxed. I shimmied up a tree and got a fix on our location. The hills were there on the horizon, ringing the valley. Pale clouds floated above them, almost touching their tips. I saw a few dinosaurs—long-necked, soft-eyed things with square, blunt teeth, chewing on the treetops. They reminded me of cows. I shuddered, watching them warily. Big as they were, they could have reached me in no time. Luckily, they paid me no attention.
We set off on our trek through the valley. I took the lead, followed by Deke and Janelle. Jorge brought up the rear. We went slowly, communicating with each other through hand gestures. The forest was full of animal noises, but they weren’t sounds that I recognized. There were croaking, raspy grunts and long hisses and chirps that sounded almost, but not quite, like birdsongs.
The first sound we recognized was a tree snapping—a loud crack, like a schoolmarm’s paddle smacking someone’s behind. We couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from. Then we heard it crash to the ground. The forest floor vibrated with the impact. Another tree snapped. We caught a glimpse of the thing—a tail as long as a stagecoach and hind legs taller than a barn. It was walking away from us. We hurried straight ahead, not wanting to attract its attention. We moved so fast that we didn’t see the dead dinosaur until it lurched out of the undergrowth.