All Green, Part 9

A serialized short story (that I am very slowly wrestling into being.)

Continued from Part 8:

I expected to find Tucker in spirits as high as mine, but his face looked drawn, from what I could see in the growing shadows. He was clearing his throat.

“What’s going on?” I said. “We fucking did it, man. We won. We’re going home.”

He gave me a weak smile. “I know. We’re just not there yet. And Bone Man said it’s dangerous out here…