Crowley worked along side his men for hours. They were fueled by the thrill of victory from the night before, as well as a full night's sleep. They hauled rock for hours without tiring. Forming a line, they moved rock after rock aside, creating piles to the sides of the pass. The passage was narrowed considerably, and the rock would likely have to be moved again later, but for now, all that was needed was a way to get through for the merchant and trade traffic. They'd made a great deal of progress in the time that the boy slept.<br/><br/>Slowly, the day progressed, and no one saw sign of the ranger. Crowley didn't worry. The man had been exhausted. Best to let him sleep. He wasn't needed at the moment. They could handle the clean up without him.