Wren Thompson smiled as he sat by the fire, drinking his coffee and listening to the rain. His llama had warned him of pursuit several times over the past few days as they continued their straight-line run toward the mountains in the far northeast. He didn’t care which direction he traveled, but civilizations tended to populate and thrive on the coast. His intent had always been to look there to find a town or city with lots of alien stuff to loot, far from the rest of The Meridian Star survivors. Now, he finally had some rain to cover his tracks so he could change course and lose his pursuers.
Galena bleated and stomped in the darkness.
“Yeah,” he answered. “Keep your shirt on. We’re not getting ready to go until I finish my coffee.”
