There were the remnants of a fire, set in a dip overlooking the canyon. Pike scuffed the blackened ironwood with his boot, kicking up dust and ashes.
‘She was here.’
Root stood silhouetted against the ripening sunset, one foot up on a rock, thumbs hooked in his trouser pockets. He raised an eyebrow.
‘Smart enough to make a fire out of nothing,’ said Pike. ‘Stupid enough not to think we’d find it.’
Root nodded, chewed a fragment of nail from his index finger, spat it into the drop below. ‘Which way?’
Pike pointed down the canyon. ‘She wouldn’t last long out here and she knows it. She’ll head for people, hope she can get a lift someplace.’
Root nodded, heading back towards the Jeep.
Pike smiled to himself. The least he could do was give her a head start.