The High Pass

The rocky outcrop provided little protection from the wind driven rain, but it was better than trying to sleep on the side of the mountain. He wrapped the oil treated silk rain cape tightly about himself in a futile bid to keep dry. The pass, little more than a goat track, wound through the mountains allowing him to pass unknown, at the expense of taking a week rather than the few days. How many times had he lost the trail and doubled back? The main passes were all guarded and taxed, however, and it was imperative his entry not be known.