Chapter SixAmy rode the icy current, cursed the rocks, especially the ones that kept insisting on hitting her bad leg. With each impact, it felt more and more like ice was invading her blood and soon her frozen bones would shatter.
A stream joined the river and the speed picked up. When it flattened, she swam. When it sped through quick rapids, she did what she could to protect her bad leg.
The CSAR craft shot by close overhead and she grabbed her radio: no lights, no action.
She struggled to the muddy bank and a patch of trees. Pulling out a penlight, she saw they were willow trees. It gave her a moment of vertigo-how were they here but Dustin wasn’t? Hadn’t they courted under a willow? But was it this one? It’s leaves were yellow with autumn. But their tree had been winter bare, hadn’
