Weekend on the RiverChapter 4
Jeremy awoke the next morning and groggily looked at his watch. The digital face read 7:30. He wormed his way out of his sleeping bag, and then out of the tent. The campsite was lit by the early morning light, and soft, gray smoke still trickled from the remnants of the previous night's fire. He remembered groggily that he had woken up in the night hearing strange noises, like a grunting, or moaning he had thought. But he had discounted it as an animal and drifted off to sleep. He started...