give, and then heard the crunch-crackle-pop as her boot flattened a bird. An instant later, the reek from the animalâs smashed guts coiled into her nostrils, and a little whimper of disgust tried to push itself between her teeth.
Leave the dog; let Ellie deal with it . Despite the chill, sweat oozed down her neck, and her mouth filled with a metallic tang that cut through the taste of curdled vomit. She reeked of warm salt and cold fear. Just get your gear, get the kid, and get off this mountain while you still can.
No matter what she said or how loudly she said it, Ellie wouldnât budge. Frustrated, her patience fraying, Alex finally grabbed the girl by the wrists. âEllie, listen to me. Weâve got to leave.â
âNo.â The girl jerked free and slapped her hands to her ears again. The kid was insanely strong. âIâm not going anywhere with you!â
âYou canât stay here.â
âYes, I can. Donât you tell me what to do.â
âEllie, Iâm sorry about your grandpa, but heâs dead and we have to get out of here. We have to tell someone whatâs happened.â An inspiration: âYour grandpa would want you to be safe.â
âIâm not leaving.â
Did this kid do anything she was asked? Alex wanted to shake the girl until her teeth rattled. âI canât leave you here.â
âWhy not? I can take care of myself. I know how to camp.â
While she doubted that, Alex decided to try something sheâd read about in psychology. âLook, Iâll need your help on the trail. Itâll be a long, hard hike, and I need someone to come with me.â
The girl cracked one eye in a narrow squint. âWhere?â
âHang on, Iâll show you.â Digging through her pack, she riffled the contents until she found the map she wanted. âYou ever seen a topographic map?â
A sparrow of curiosity flitted over the girlâs face. âWhatâs that?â
âItâs a really detailed map. A good topo shows just about everythingâstreams, rivers, old quarries, railroad tracks, how high the mountains are, how steep. Red lines are roads. Solid green means forest and â¦â She ran her finger over the map until she found a black, blocky silhouette of a house with a flag at its peak. âThis is what we want.â
âWhat is it?â
âThatâs the ranger station. Theyâll know what to do. They can radio for help.â
Ellie considered. âIt looks far away and kind of high up.â
The station was pretty farâa good twenty-five miles eastâand a lot higher, adjacent to a fire lookout tower situated atop steep bluffs hemming a small lima bean of a lake. But going there was a better plan than backtracking four days. If they pushed their pace, they might make the station in a day and a half, maybe sooner. âItâs nothing you canât handle.â
Face darkening into a by-now very familiar scowl, Ellie said, âWell, it looks hard. Grandpa and I only did six miles a day.â
Whoa. Alex felt a prick of disquiet. Six miles a day ? What did they do, crawl ? At that speed, she and Ellie would have much bigger problems, like running out of food. Okay, donât panic yet; Jack must have supplies. Aloud, she said, âIâll bet you can do way more. You look pretty strong.â
Ellie threw her a look that practically screamed she knew bullshit when she heard it. Her eyes flicked over the map, and then she jabbed at a tiny symbol in the far left corner:
âWhatâs that?â she asked.
âMaybe an old mine southwest of here. Or a cave.â
âThere are mines? There are caves ?â
âWell, sure. This is old mining country, and there are abandoned shafts and caves, butââ
âAre there bears?â
âIn the caves? Not yet. They wonât den until it gets really cold, but black bears wonât bother us so