Signing a Deadly Waiver

The next few days fell into a grueling routine for Nate. He trudged behind Jodi on their journey, feeling utterly miserable after each long day of riding. Nate continued to tend to Jodi at each stop, though she never once asked him to cook for her again. Instead, she prepared delicious-smelling meals for herself but refused to share even a morsel with her famished disciple. The aroma of her food was pure torture for Nate, his stomach growling in protest as he choked down his own bland rations.

As they continued their trek, Jodi called back from up ahead, her voice barely audible due to the distance between them, "We'll be arriving soon." Relief flooded through Nate at those words. The prospect of sleeping indoors and eating real food that didn't taste like salty, burnt rubber lifted his spirits considerably.