Chapter 21 I Wasn't Going To Kiss Him

I took her to the trail through the tall grass, running along until she told me to stop. "We're not running," she said. "Let's go slow and watch for signs." We walked along, parallel to the tall grass looking everywhere for any clue. I was clutching the Sp*der-Man figure in my hand. Eventually we came to a small spring that ran between switchgrass lined banks down to the river. We went up the stream, climbing steadily for probably half a mile. We were in dense woods, but there was a path. There was a small steeper rise ahead, a clearing of sorts and the switchgrass had encroached into the meadow. As we came out of the woods, I gave a hoarse cry.