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They slipped through a copse of wiry trees, eerie, something out of Lord of the Rings.
Her face was now throbbing with every step. She touched her cheek and inhaled as the ache flowed through her head and neck. The swelling was worse. She wondered if the wound would get infected. Would there be terrible scarring? The thought of plastic surgery came to mind, and she actually smiled, thinking, You vain girl. Maybe you should concentrate on staying alive before you worry about making yourself presentable for the multiplex on Saturday night.
Graham had caught her once in the habit of stroking the dip in her crooked chin. She’d blushed and he’d smiled, then whispered, “It’s sexy. Don’t fret.”
She grew irritated at how persistently thoughts of her past kept intruding tonight. She hadn’t thought about Keith so much in years. And Graham and Joey kept making regular appearances-while her only goal was getting to safety.
Like that old cliché, memories flashing through her thoughts at the end of her life.
Damnit, concentrate.
They followed the trail around a bend to the left. Bry
There was movement along it, going from tree to tree.
She gripped Michelle’s arm. “What’s that?”
It was as if a sniper were crawling into position to take a shot.
“Get down,” Bry
She squinted at the ridge.
Then she laughed. “It’s just our friend.” She pointed, standing up. “Or maybe one of his friends.”
The pursuer was of the four-legged variety, loping from tree to tree. The gray wolf, she assumed. They usually hung in packs, Bry
Then the creature stiffened, looked back. Was gone in a fraction of a second.
“You see that? Like he vanished…” Bry
In the distance two men were moving quickly along the Joliet Trail, headed in their direction. A half mile away, moving doggedly. No doubt that they were Hart and his partner; one carried a shotgun. The men disappeared, where the trail dipped beneath the cover of trees.
“No!”
“It’s them,” Michelle whispered. “How did they find us?”
“Bad luck. There were a dozen ways we could’ve gone. They gambled and won. Come on. Move!” The women began jogging, and hobbling, as quickly as they could, their breath coming fast.
Go, go, go…
“I didn’t think they’d really follow us,” Michelle’s rasping voice whimpered. It was a pathetic sound. “Why?”
Hart, Bry
The trail turned to the right, due east, and when they broke from the trees the ground opened up with a moonlit view of rocky terrain: tall hills rising above the path and deep ravines falling away below. Gashes in the trees revealed rugged sandstone bluffs.
“Look. There.”
They saw an intersection. Another path, narrower than the Joliet, branched off to the left and rose up a hillside, skirting a steep cliff into a dim valley. Bry
At the juncture they paused. There was an open shelter with a bench-no phone, Bry
APEX LAKE 1.1 MILES.
TRAPPER GROVE 1.9 MILES.
UMSTEAD RANGER STATION 2.2 MILES.
Bry
“Oh. Way over there. I don’t see any lights.”
“No, I’m sure it’s closed.”
The place was less than a mile away-as the crow flew-through a deep valley, though hiking via this path would take them on a much longer trip: more than two miles, according to the sign. The path would meander, leading to Apex Lake, the grove and finally to the station.
Bry
“I remember phones there. But I don’t know if they’re working now. And a gun cabinet, I think. But we can’t take the path.” Nodding toward the sign. “It’s too long. We’d never make it in time.”
“They might not go that way. Just keep going on the Joliet Trail.”
Bry
Climb it, or not?
Whatever they did they’d have to choose soon. The men could be here in ten or fifteen minutes.
“Is it straight down?” Michelle asked.
Still gazing down into the murkiness, Bry
Bry
If they could make it to the forest floor they’d have an easy direct walk to the ranger station.
The odds of a working phone and gun and ammunition?
Bry
She decided that breaking in wouldn’t be a problem. If they could get to the building, even the strongest lock in the world wouldn’t keep her out.
“I hate heights,” Michelle whispered.
I’m with you there, baby…
“Are we going to try it?” the young woman asked in a shaky voice.
Bry
THEY’D MANAGED A fast walk, breaking into a jog occasionally.
Lewis pulled up, gripping his side. He leaned against a tree.
“You all right?”
“Yeah. I quit smoking last week.” He inhaled deeply. “Well, pretty much a month ago but I had one last week. Then stopped for good. But it catches up with you. You smoke?”
Wincing at a pang from his shot arm, Hart kept looking from side to side. “Nope.” He’d grown convinced that the women weren’t armed but he didn’t like that damn dog or wolf or whatever it was nosing around. People were predictable. He’d made a study of human nature in the extremes and he was comfortable taking them on, however dangerous they were. Animals, though, operated with a different mind-set. He recalled the paw print near the Feldman house.
This is my world. You don’t belong here. You’ll see things that aren’t there and miss things that’re coming up right behind you.
But then he inhaled hard and leaned against another tree. The men’s eyes met and they shared a smile. Hart said, “I haven’t run like this in years. I thought I was in shape. Man.”
“You work out?”
He did, regularly-his line of work required strength and stamina-but it was mostly weight-lifting, not aerobic. That wouldn’t’ve been helpful; Hart rarely chased anyone, and he didn’t think he’d ever run from anybody, not once in his life. He told Lewis, “I don’t do much jogging.”
“Nope. Health clubs don’t figure much in the Lewis family. But I work construction some. Was working for Gaston on that tower near the lake.”