Jenny didn’t know where she was. Nor did she know who the men were who had captured her. They had taken her to where they had set up camp, bound her ankles and wrists behind her back, leaving her sitting alone on an old log in front of a campfire. It was the only friendly thing she had encountered since her foolish arrival there. Apparently the men considered her no threat since no one was posted nearby to watch over her and, knowing she had nowhere to go, they left her alone.

It was difficult to make out the men in the darkness and fog, but she was able to...