"Blood to Dust"
an excerpt
Gary Baker, January 2013
(beginning of book one, chapter eight)
Elias checked the dial on his watch.
West by SouthWest
“Good,” he breathed with relief.
Thankfully Melanie had never noticed the compass inlaid into the base of his time piece, and as such had been more than amazed each time they reached another rise where they could see the smoke plume again.
Looks like scouts didn’t leave me completely stranded after all.
It was more a realization than he had thought it would be, since each time he had ever actually needed the piece of equipment or the proper knowledge of its use had been within city limits until this. Most parks back home had been longer north-south than east-west, usually gated in by highways and the occasional coastline, and thus were easy to navigate without the use of a compass providing you knew the area well enough.
