She glanced up at the rising sun. In broad daylight there was no way for them to creep up on the enemy to take the one they wanted, not even with the better odds. They had no choice but to hunker down and wait for a better opportunity to present itself.
The sun grew hot. The other men returned. Fights broke out amongst the Uruk as they blamed each other for the theft. The men began to pull their belongings out of the now-useless saddles. Much of the stuff was set aside and repackaged back into the saddlebags. With barked orders, the Uruk leader pointed up the hill, right to where they hid.
'Oh drat oh drat oh drat oh drat!' Gita whispered to herself. She pressed herself deeper into the crevasse, covering her face and praying she'd plastered enough dirt onto her robe to hide her.
The men
