Charles cupped both hands his eyes scanning the mountainside a few miles away.
“I don’t see anythin’,” he said, dropping his hands down. He put one still cupped hand on top of the other and placed them over his right eye and leaned forward. Now he could see even closer to the snow covered mountain tops. He searched familiar trails but saw no footprints. He stood up again shaking his head.
“Alright, then,” Jack balled his fists to his waist. “What do we do now?” Charles took a moment to answer.
“I’m not sure, maybe just that we’re here and keeping eyes on things?” Jack considered his response and thought through it. Satisfied, Jack cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted.
“All is clear on the light of day.” His voice sang and echoed down to the small village below them. The sound reverberated like a bullhorn. They both stood silently for a rebuttal, but nothing rang out.
Together, they turned back to the valley and watched with hopeful eyes.
