Scouting the Caravan - Day Eight, Dawn
Louis leads Robert through the Martian countryside, first to the south, and then west to parallel the caravan route. The air is cold, but the couple is well used to such things, and it goes unremarked.
The stars shine down on them with a brilliance rarely seen on Earth; the vista is only broken occasionally by wispy cloud cover that scoots past on the ever-present wind. Toward awn, Louis stops to step behind a rock to pee, and to vomit a little as her morning sickness strikes. Soon, she is ready to travel again.
Sunrise finds the pair on a ridgeline that overlooks the caravan route. Robert estimates that they have moved about five miles to the west from where they were attacked, though they covered at least eight miles afoot, working their way through the Martian landscape. The caravan's path though the dry creek bed is clear, even at a distance of eighty yards.
"They will be along before lunch," Louis opines. "We can rest here for a while." She looks to her husband for his opinion.