Earl wasn't hard to manipulate. If Phaedra was asked, she'd tell you some people were more resistant to the power of suggestion than others. Earl was a cake walk.
You gonna steal them, too?
Phaedra grinned.
"I would give quite a bit for a camera or something right now," she said. For a couple reasons, but she didn't enumerate them.
Walking away from the corral and the town was easy enough. The lights from the houses could still be seen, and it wasn't like they were going that far. She was glad Peter had his things back. She knew she would be very upset and also borderline enraged without her personal effects--which, apparently, to their captors, only equaled her daggers.
As they walked, and Peter grinned and seemed to relax more and more, Phaedra scanned the dark for a spot to stay.
"This is close to what the sky should look like," she said. Emphasis was on the word 'should.' "What it looked like when I was growing up. It's all fucked up now."
She sighed.
There wasn't much but desert out here, but there was a spot that had a tree and a few rocks, and a slight rise to it. There was an abandoned wagon not far away; no heartbeats nearby. Phaedra kept walking toward it.