The argali sheep killed by the falling rocks yesterday had already been butchered. Evelyn Ford stepped out of her carriage, and her spirits lifted as she looked at the wide, open road ahead.
She took out the pickled radishes she had prepared earlier from her shipping container. Smelling the sour aroma, Wyatt Vaughn quickly ran over.
"The radishes haven't gone bad, have they?"
"No, they're just really sour."
Wyatt Vaughn gulped. "The sourer, the better. I'm so sick of eating meat every day. I need some radish sticks to cut through the richness."
Evelyn Ford opened the lid and poured some into a small bowl.
The sun was warm today, and two Snow Eagles could be seen circling in the sky. Wyatt Vaughn had already carried the bowl of radishes over to the group, so Evelyn Ford grabbed a packet of chili powder to go with them.
"How many days have we been in the canyon?"
"Five days."
Quincy wailed, "Only five days? Does that mean we're only halfway through?"
