She looked back down into the tiny cabin. There was no pilot’s door, there was only granite and tufts of grass where it should be. Crawling back out of the cabin, she looked around, still no sign of it, though there was the debris trail that started near the tower and was scattered across a hundred yards of the slope, she didn’t see anything as large as a door.
The debris field continued past the helicopter and…
She moved as close as she dared to the edge of the cliff and looked down through the thickening smoke. Fifty yards below them there might have been a piece of helicopter big enough to be a door, but it was far out of their reach.
She had the one shelter on her belt. But as tempting as the idea of sharing a fire shelter with Tyler might be, it wouldn’t work. The shelter was desig
