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And if she wasn’t, Jill would have had the good sense to have grabbed that helicopter ride and flown out with Trent. It had taken everything she had and more to conquer that ravine’s slope with fifty pounds of fuel and food in addition to her own gear. But she’d done it and now that she was here, there wasn’t a chance that they were going to find her wanting.
“So,” she looked at Jess. He still inspected her wide-eyed as if she’d transported down off an alien ship rather than just battled up a mountain in his silent wake. “Are we good to go?” She didn’t even know if she could lift a kitten at this point, never mind a Pulaski.
“Sure,” he picked up both his remaining water cube—she’d seen the bobbing light of someone carrying Jess’ fuel toward the fire line—and her fuel cube. She was abo
