>>6325138>>6325137>>6325141From the sole clangour of the determinate step, a boulder falls loose; and the step does not flinch. By the rootless dirt it succumbs, victim to its own weight, and just before it tackles a truck, dead, stops. Perhaps scared from your disdain, pheraps scared by it's judgement.
As the mountains appear endless, and obligation burdens your good heart, you step off the hill intrepidly.
You confirm: The car has stopped, unharmed by the boulder; the driver is fine. You both were going in the same direction, it seems.
You ponder if you should...
>Ask for a ride>Continue the voyage by foot 