CHAPTER 17

“Madison?” Moon asks groggily.

Relief swamps me and I try not to cry. This does no good and tears of relief fall from my eyes. “I’m hurt,” is all I can manage to say and even that’s shaky.

“Shh,” Moon whispers. His voice is my lifeline and I only cry harder. “Where are you?”

Another round of trembling hits me. I suck air into my lungs and try to control myself enough to speak. “Between Payson and Heber…” My teeth continue to chatter and once again, I breathe. “I’m about a hundred yards down the side of the mountain.”

“Jesus.” I hear movement and then my eyes jump left and right in case whoever did this has decided to come after me.

“How bad are you hurt?” he finally asks. The words are filled with concern, though I can hear the suppressed anger behind them.

I concentrate on Moon’s question and manage to speak coherently. “Bleeding. It’s a head wound. I went over right after the second s-turn about fifteen minutes or so outside of Payson.”

His voice changes from concern to deadl