She pulled out her knife and carefully cut through the ropes so she wouldn’t injure Nick. A minute later he was free. She then went to work on Ashley.
The girl was sobbing. “He’s going to kill us.”
“No. No, I’m not going to let him.” Miranda pulled off the tight blindfold that bound Ashley’s eyes. The girl tried to open her eyes, but failed. “Don’t force it. Give yourself a minute.”
“No! He’s going to come! He’s going to get me!”
“I escaped him once; we’ll escape him again.” She wished she were as confident as she sounded. “And then he
And to me, she added silently.
Ashley was so petite Miranda was able to pick her up. “No! No!” she screamed.
“I need to get you out of here, Ashley. You need to stretch your muscles.”
Miranda carried her from the shack and put her down outside the door.
The sobbing girl was covered in dried blood and bruises. It was like looking in a mirror from twelve years ago. Miranda swallowed uneasily, tears springing to her eyes. The girl shielded her breasts with her arms, but Miranda didn’t need to see the damage. She looked down and found her own hands on her breasts. She dropped them as if her breasts burned.
She wanted to tell Ashley to be quiet, he would hear-but she had no idea how close or far David Larsen was from the shack. If he planned to come back tonight-or now.
Instead, she took off her backpack, unzipped it, and extracted her extra sweater. She pulled it over the girl’s head. Then she handed her a water bottle. “Drink it slow,” she told her.
Ashley took it, sobbing, huddled inside the too-big sweater.
Miranda pulled out two pairs of thick socks and knelt next to Ashley. “You need to cover your feet to retain warmth.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Okay.” She held out the socks. Like a skittish animal, Ashley tentatively reached out, then grabbed them fast and pulled them close to her. “Put them on. Both pairs.”
She looked for Booker, didn’t see him. “Lance!” she called, not too loudly.
“Here,” she heard faintly. The voice came from around the side. He hadn’t moved since Miranda had gone inside. She carried Ashley to where Booker leaned against the shack wall. She put the girl down.
Miranda turned to Lance. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this bad off?” She pulled up his shirt. Already she saw his chest was bruised and swollen. She gently touched his ribs and he bit back a cry, his face twisting in pain.
“At least one is broken.”
His breathing was labored, and Miranda worried he’d punctured a lung.
“Nick, we can’t leave him here.”
“Is he okay?” Booker asked.
Miranda looked over her shoulder and frowned. She’d thought Nick had followed her out of the cabin.
“I don’t know.” She turned to Lance. “Radio in our location and ask for an ETA on reinforcements. Tell them we need a full mountain rescue. I’m going to bring out Nick.”
She went back to the entrance. “Nick?”
He still lay on the floor. She hadn’t realized he was so badly hurt. She took a deep breath, hesitated only a moment, then plunged back into the airless cabin.
She knelt next to him. “Nick, get up.”
“I can’t. My head. I can’t see anything.”
“I’m going to get you out of here, but you’re going to have to help. Can you walk?”
“Probably some.”
It took several minutes, precious time, to bring Nick from the shack. She sat him down next to Booker.
His head was covered in dried blood. He felt hot to the touch. Too hot. His eyes were unfocused. He had a severe concussion, and most likely a raging infection.
There was no way he’d walk out of this canyon.
He needed a hospital.
“Miranda, go. Take Ashley and get out of here before he comes back.”
“I can’t just leave you here. He’ll kill you.” But she couldn’t see another solution.
“I’m giving you a direct order, Miranda.”
“Don’t pull rank on me!” She rested her head in her hands and took a deep breath.
“Dammit, Nick, I thought you were dead and it tore me up. Don’t do this to me. Don’t even think of doing anything stupid.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m not going to make it on foot, Miranda.”
She touched his head where an ugly, bloody gash had dried. “Nick-you have a fever. You need a doctor.”
“Well, call one when you get to town.”
“Lance, who did you reach? What’s their ETA?”
“I talked to Charlie. Forty to forty-five minutes.”
What could she do? Carry two grown men miles over rocky, open terrain? What about Ashley?
David Larsen might be five minutes away. They couldn’t sit here and wait for a rescue. He’d pick them off one by one. And she wasn’t about to leave anyone. By the time she returned with help, it might be too late.
She glanced at the girl, still hunched over, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth. The dark green sweater Miranda had given her-for warmth and camouflage-stretched over her body.
Her face was bruised, her hair filthy and matted. She smelled of her own waste. The cuts and bruises on her body were now concealed, but Miranda had seen them and knew Ashley was in pain, emotionally and physically. Miranda had been there. But over time the wounds had faded, all of them.
She found strength in Ashley. The girl needed her. They couldn’t sit here and wait for help. Not when they didn’t know where Larsen was.
She bit her lip and looked around. The shack was at the far end of the canyon. Seventy feet behind them it narrowed. There would be no easy way to get out. In front of them the canyon widened, stretching to hundreds of feet wide in places, narrowing to as little as thirty feet in others. But she knew exactly where the gulch led. Right here, there were few places to hide. Definitely no place for four adults.
And Miranda couldn’t possibly leave the injured men and Ashley while she searched for a better hiding spot until help arrived. Yet there was no way Nick and Lance would be able to walk far.
She turned back to Nick. “Here.” She handed him her extra gun.
“I won’t take your gun.”
“I have another, Nick. I’m not leaving if you don’t take it.” She took his hand and wrapped it around the grip. He held it tight.
She slipped her map into a plastic cover to prevent the drizzle from soaking it and showed Booker her route. “I’m heading east through the gulch. It curves south here. It doesn’t end for miles, close to Big Sky, but I know a shortcut at the bend that will get us to-” she pointed “-here.” She looked from Lance to Nick. “I’m going to stick to the canyon as much as possible, but to hide our path we might have to trek up one of the slopes. I have my radio, but I’m setting it to sixty-four. Okay? That’s all-silent, no chatter. The best thing you can do is keep yourselves alive.”
Miranda looked around and pointed fifty feet up the slope. “Lance, see those boulders up there?”
He followed her finger. “Yes.”
“Can you get Nick up there?
“I think so.”
“You have to. You’re both sitting ducks out here. Get up there and hide. Radio Charlie and tell him the plan. If you see Larsen, call my frequency and tell me how much time I have.” She adjusted her radio. “If he sees you… shoot to kill.”
It wasn’t the best plan, but they were running out of time.
She squeezed Nick’s hand. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
She glanced at her watch, rubbing mist from its face: 4:35. It had been only fifteen minutes since she’d first
