At last, he stumbled upon a rough gravel service road, illuminated only by a faint moon glow. His lungs screamed for air, but he kept going. If he stopped, fear would consume him. If he gave up, Luna would remain in the clutches of people who cared nothing for her.
The night sky opened above him, and faint headlights appeared in the distance. He waved frantically, risking the chance it might be another threat. Relief flooded him when a battered pickup rumbled closer, revealing a weathered man in muddy waders. The driver rolled down his window, eyes crinkling in concern.