Trapped. The thought surrounded him like the narrow scrub covered walls of the ravine. Adrenaline pumped through his body. Hate and rage fueled the rush. As the pressure grew inside, the unnatural silence, broken by whispers from the sheltered pines, continued.
Jordon gazed into the cold clear stream but his reflection, distorted by the moving water, did not gaze back. With a flick of the wrist, he dipped the pan again and dredged another sample from the bottom of the pool.
“Come on now, show me a little color.”
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