The Devil had been there before us. The broken mushroom was a dead giveaway, literally. We were getting closer.
Everyone stood back while I examined the disturbed ground around the mushroom. The odour of sulphur was overpowering; nauseating and asphyxiating at the same time, as if he was trying to repel us with his scent.
But we were not deterred. We carried the golden braid and the silver shackles to bind him.There would be no escape for him now; his usefulness was over. Zack already had the lariat ready when we caught up with him at Crater Lake.