I like that one.
Keep an eye on those graves, last time we trekked through a boneyard Simons took a header into an open grave then shredded by some skeleton with twenty hands. Look out for those trees. Two months ago, Carter rode under one that looked just like that, it swung its limb down decapitating him. If that wasn't enough, the damn thing pierced his chest and tossed him into a hole at the bottom of its trunk. And the darkness at the edge. It's waiting for us just inside the dark. I can smell it.
"Keep looking. I know my contact is around here somewhere."