Lloyd shrugged, not caring one way or the other.
The day slowly passed by while they hiked through the countryside, and night was only a few hours away.
Boyce had told Lloyd that it was to their benefit to stop this day's travel early and rest longer for tomorrow's walk.
On his advise, they stopped beside a trickling brook and built a small shelter and a fire, and had their first meal of the day.
They were both tired but they knew that they could not rest until they've reached Pomperaque, and indeed until Boyce regained his rightful position in Phoride.
They slept under the breezy, starry sky and were blessed with peaceful dreams that put them both apart from hate and struggle.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
For the next two days the men took to walking quickly and for long periods of time, without any rest.
They would wake, have some food then head south to Phoride, and they wouldn't stop walking until it was almost pitch dark night.
They only had one pack between them and they took turns carrying it. Every several hours that elapsed, one would hand the pack to the other while they walked.