“That’s the way,” her father called out.
“And if you’re wrong?” she asked.
“I’m not.”
She liked the definitive way he’d answered but wondered if that was for her benefit or Simon’s.
She stood petrified, willing her right foot to come out of the water, but anxiety held it in place. She was safe here. Why go any farther?
Go back.
No way.
Simon would shoot her before she made it halfway across.
———
BENE WAS READY TO CHARGE.
Of course, he may well get shot before he made it to the Simon, but he was going to try.
Frank slowly shook his head.
And in the eyes of his old friend, he saw why he had to stay still.
At least for a little while longer.
He’d resented being considered not Maroon. Angered by colonels who regarded him as a threat. Frank had told him that he did not understand Maroon ways.
Time to show that he did.
So he held his ground and waited.
Hoping that he wasn’t making a mistake.
———
ZACHARIAH KNEW THAT IF SAGAN WAS RIGHT AND ALLE MADE IT across, that was the time to kill all three men, then Alle, and find the treasure. If the two who’d left earlier were still around at ground level, he’d use the darkness and avoid them, returning tomorrow with a contingent of his own.
That was the thing about having money.
It could buy a multitude of things.
Including results.
———
ALLE STEELED HERSELF.
Five.
Then six.
The stone labeled 5 waited three feet away. A full stride, but she could make it. She lifted her right leg, pivoted forward, and nearly lost her balance. Her arms immediately extended, her lungs tightened, and she fought hard not to fall.
Her right foot settled back down beside her left.
She stabilized herself.
“What happened?” her father called out.
“Just scared to death. The shallow water makes this tricky.”
“Take your time,” he said to her.
“But not too much,” Simon added.
“Go screw yourself,” she yelled, keeping her head and eyes focused on the stones beneath the water.
In one quick stride she lifted her right foot, swung out, and resettled it into the water, the sole of her wet shoe resting on the 5 stone.
Which held.
She transferred herself over.
If 5 worked, why not 6?
This time with no hesitation she stepped onto the 6 stone.
Solid.
Three more feet and she was on the ledge.
Relief and joy swept through her.
She turned back just in time to see Bene Rowe rushing toward Simon.