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little else to do, she pushed on.  She knew the forest was littered w ith small villages, but the ones that took kindly to strangers certainly couldn’t afford to give her anything she’d need to survive, and mere coins would purchase the platoon any information the village r s had o f her whereabouts .
    Her run slowed to a pitiful excuse for a jog as her adrenaline wore off.  She was exhausted, and her lim b s were starting to feel like jelly .  Fucking tranquilize r !   Add to that the fact that her brain was literally throbbing so badly she almost wanted to give up.  She was in bad shape, and her future certainly didn’t look too bright. 
    Come on girl, you’ve eluded them for three fucking years.  You can do this!   The pep talk did little to raise her hopes .   She exhaled before stopping and dropping onto a log and lowering her head into her hands.  If this fucking headache would just go awa y.   Her head snapped up at a noise in the trees overhead .   She scowled at the bright eyed creature staring down at her from above.   Just a bird.   She dropped her head back into her hands and tried to catch her breath even as hopelessness descended on her.  They’re gonna kill me.  They’re going to catch me and fucking ki l l m …wait a minute.   Her head slowly rose from her hands as she lifted her face toward the treetops again and slowly straightened from the log on which she’d been perched .  There aren’t any golden eagles in South America.   She stood and turned, eyeing the bird suspiciously as it stared down at her, its head titling as it watched her. 
    Aries watched the bird as she again started to jog.  What is that eagle doing here?   She’d been born and raised in Colorado, she knew a golden eagle when she saw one, and the bird that was now flying overhead, following her path was definitely a golden eagle.   Is it a sign, an omen?  Damn, this doesn’t bode well for me.  
    She clutched at her aching ribs as she picked up her pace.  The beads of sweat on her overheated flesh had her slip clinging to her like a second skin.   She jumped a fallen tree and the jarring motion caused when she landed had her pressing her hand tight er to her ribs.  God that hurt!
    Her eyes darted overhead and she was startled to discover the eagle still shadowing her.  As she passed a tree she ripped off a branch and stopped long enough to throw it at the massive bird.  The eagle tilted his head back and its loud piercing scream rent the air.  
    Fuck!  Stupid bitch!   She’d just given away her position.  She dropped her hand from her side and broke into a dead run.  How could I be so fucking stupid!  Shiiiit !   Her ears picked up the heav y thud of foot fall from somewhere close behind her.  They were on her tail. 
    She was in excellent shape.  She had to be .  H er impressive fitness had kept her alive more times than she could count and today she’d relied on it more than she ever had before . 
    Her arms pumped back and fort h and she sawed in harsh breath s as her legs pounded the earth.  She jumped fallen trees, logs, and stumps and ducked under low lying branches.  The long black hair that didn’t cling to her sweat soaked face, trailed behind her like a satiny flag.  Her only choice was to run until she couldn’t run anymore and pray that her enemies couldn’t keep pace.
    She saw a cliff up ahead and heard the thunderous rush of water and instantly knew her loca tion.  She’d made it to Iguazu F alls. The f alls were located where the Iguazu River tumbled over the edge of the Paraná Plateau.  Numerous islands along the long edge divide the falls into around two- hundred and seventy-five separate waterfalls ranging from two-hundred to two- hundred and sixty-nine feet high. 
    She’d never survive a drop off even the lowest of the falls, but if she could traverse the sheer cliffs down to the rapids, they’d carry her more quickly than she could run to a junction of the