CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry reaches the crossroads within half an hour of first light. She hangs the larger rucksack from a convenient tree branch and begins rummaging through her smaller rucksack for a bit of bread, cheese, and fish jerky. "Big one's fer ye," Harry says to the morning air, as if expecting Adam to appear from it. "Most of a roasted chicken, some day-old stew, and more of what I got... bread, cheese, and a mix of jerkies. Aleskin fer us each."