Page 63 of Cavern of Silence
Julieta points down the hill. "One hundred yards past the bottom is Guatemala."
"We're going down that?" he barks. "That's a swamp."
Why is he freaking out so much? This isn't any more dangerous than other things we do.
Julieta shrugs. "Mmm...only in certain parts."
"Have you done this before?" he continues to question.
"Not in an SUV."
"What did you do it in?"
"An ATV."
"One meant for mud?"
"Yes, it had good tires."
"The Jeep can handle it." I pick the tarp off Hunter's seat.
"What are we doing with that?" Vanessa asks.
Julieta replies, "Covering the top and sides of the Jeep as best as possible." The vehicle has large spaces in the roof and steel tube doors.
Hunter surveys the hill. "That's not a very wide path."
"Ryker will be fine driving through it," Julieta confidently says, and my ego shoots up some more.
I wink at her.
"One bad slide and we could fly into a tree," Hunter claims.
"Do you have a better idea about how to get across the border?" I question him.
"Vanessa has a bad neck."
"I'll be fine," she insists.
Hunter's eyes widen. "You don't know that."
Vanessa grabs an end of the tarp and helps unfold it with Julieta and me. "This will be fun."
"Ryker," Hunter growls.
"You're outnumbered. There's not a lot of options. We've done more dangerous things before," I point out.
"Not with my woman, we haven't."
For crying out loud."I'm not planning on Vanessa or Julieta getting hurt."
"I wasn't—"
"Hunter, it'll be fine. Come help me." Vanessa holds out the end of the tarp.
He scowls then mutters, "And everyone calls me the hothead."
"Please." She shakes her end of the tarp.
