Chapter 82: Poisoned Bullets

He jumped effortlessly over a fallen log. Julia moaned as her wound throbbed. A strange medicinal fruit smell, mixed with dust, assaulted her nose, while sparse pine trees sped past her blurry vision. Probably planted by Natalie.

"Are we on Natalie's mountain?" Julia asked and tried to lift her head from his shoulder.

She was a city person and all mountains looked the same to her. No landmarks caught her eye. Where was he taking her? How would she get back here if nothing seemed familiar? God, she hoped he hadn't taken her to the mountains near Denver. She'd be a sitting duck.