“Are you sure?” Merle was pointing down a dry stream bed with his walking staff. Or perhaps “up the stream bed”, since the direction went against the flow of water. The path looked torturous and I couldn’t imagine anyone trying their luck there, least of all Brad.
“I’ve been doing this since before you were born.”
“I don’t know, Steve. I guess we have to trust him,” Val said.
I nodded and let Merle lead us into the gulch.
It was more difficult than I imagined. Though mostly dry, there was still some water and a few deep pools, but it was the boulders and the downed trees that were the worst.
I paused after scrambling over a log about 30 minutes in.
“This is next to impossible,” I said.
“If he took an easy path, they would have found him by now,” Merle said. He shrugged. “If he really wanted to be found he should have just sat it out.”
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