MOUNTAINSIThey drew nearer. The mountains appeared larger, much larger, than they had from that distance of hours before. Soon, they seemed incredible and immense, dwarfing Anne, Ruben, and Raul to tiny specks of near-nothing. Was this a fool’s errand or a suicide climb?And it hadn’t even started yet.Ruben glanced over at Anne. “Are you sure about this, Anne?”She didn’t return his glance. “Am I sure?This is hardly the time for second thoughts.”Anne noticed the doubt in Raul’s expression when he glanced toward her, even as he tried to hide it beneath an overly-patient smile. He didn’t give Ruben that same smile, she noticed. She guessed Raul had never embarked on this sort of climbing venture with a woman. If this concerned the man, Anne decided, she shouldn’t bother herself to care. Between her husband’s death and the undertaking before her, she would do it anyway, all else be damned. No obstacle would stand in her path.They plodded and climbed across rocky terrain. They
FIRE IN THE NIGHTIRuben began to rise. Raul held up a finger in caution.“Wait here,” he said. “I will look.”While Raul walked toward the mouth of the cave to investigate the sounds, Ruben came to his feet. Anne decided it wise to do the same. Her legs wobbled when she rose. Ruben put out an arm to steady her.The crunching sounds had desisted. The heavy outside winds renewed their fury. Anne and Ruben watched Raul’s dark form step into the light of the cave’s opening.In the middle of the cave, the soup bubbled.The explosion sent Raul staggering backward. His body struck the cave floor. Blood streamed from the bullet hole in his forehead.Anne cried out and rushed toward him. Ruben grabbed her arm to pull her back. She yanked away from Ruben but quickly understood he was right; Raul was already dead. Nothing could be done, and whoever had done this was still out there. Hardly able to sort out what had happened, she forced her feet forward and rushed to the back of the ca
BLOOD ON THE SNOWIRuben knew it was a desperate move, but alternatives were scarce. He had to do something.To Ruben, everything slowed to a crawl. He leaned down to put his hand into the snow and curled his fist tight. When he came up, he ran, footsteps firing across the snow, and Javier turned the rifle on him.Ruben hurled the ball of snow and ice. Fire sprang from the barrel of Javier’s rifle and the snowball exploded into his face. Ruben dove, but not quickly enough.The blast clipped him and red erupted through his vision. Warm wetness flooded the side of his face.Carried by his momentum, Ruben crashed into Javier’s legs. The rifle jerked. Javier slipped, flailing down the precarious slant and over the edge.Ruben sprawled facedown into the snow. It reddened with his blood.Keller stood in shock. He stood gaping at the white mountain ledge, at Ruben and the red snow around his head.Keller made a crooked path toward the ice cave’s opening. Outside it, he slumped again
AWAKENINGIIn a momentof blurred consciousness, Ruben seized the pain and discomfort, awful as it was, and pushed against the beckoning sleep.He raised his head from the snow and saw his own blood. He pressed a cold, shaking hand to his head, and felt wetness. He trembled when his fingers met the wound, rough and tender, and pain coursed through his senses.He was lucky, in a manner. Although the injury was bloody, the shot had shaved away skin and nothing else.He probed the site with his fingers. It made him gasp, but he had to verify his assessment of the injury.It ran from the top of his cheek to his temple. It still bled. He pressed his hand against the open flesh to seal the wound. It burned with the pressure of skin against raw exposed meat. He winced. It hurt—a lot. He did his best to shake away his daze and tried to pull himself up.He slid and struggled for traction. After almost a minute, he managed to climb to his feet. He backed away from the sharp slant th
THE ICE CAVEIThe climb wasagonizing. It required every bit of Ruben’s strength and attention to keep Anne from falling. As for Ruben, he felt faint again, a likely combination of his head wound, the rigors of their ordeal, and nature’s frigid indifference.He almost lost his grip several times and came dangerously close to tumbling down from the wall, taking Anne with him. Throughout the climb, Ruben kept her near to make certain that, if anything disastrous did happen, he could make a last-ditch effort to save her.The climb was as torturous as both of them had imagined it might be and then some. It seemed endless.Ruben supported Anne with one arm when she needed to stop, but it put a horrible strain on him. It left him with one arm to cling to the ice, doing his best to hold on while digging in his feet and hoping the supporting ice wouldn’t break apart.Anne’s mind swirled. What little strength she retained ebbed, and weakness threatened to take her down. She was slow
UPWARDIAnne soon discoveredshe hadn’t regained as much strength as she thought. Pushing herself up the powdery incline was an awful affair. She fought to cling to the sharply-slanted surface of the mountain while the snow kept giving away beneath her feet. She saw solid ground not far below, but as she climbed, this changed. The ground became more distant and deadly. She kept her eyes in front of her and above, where Ruben climbed ahead.“Take your time,” Ruben had said to Anne before beginning this newest ascent. “Don’t take any chances. We need to take it slow and steady. Just be careful. If you fall behind, I can wait.”True to Ruben’s indication, it hadn’t taken long for Anne to fall behind. Ruben strained to maintain his hold on the mountainside. He knew Anne must be struggling all the more.Anne forced herself upward. Ruben, watching her below, pushed himself to do the same. Throughout the slow, hard climb, distractions peppered their thoughts.Ruben remembered that
THE MOUNTAIN MYSTERYIAnne didn’t thinkshe would ever get used to the soreness. Her body wasn’t used to this. Regardless, she forced herself out of the makeshift shelter. Ruben didn’t stir. She put a hand on his shoulder and gave it an easy, but firm, shove.“Ruben, wake up,” she said. “We have to start climbing again.” The wind had worsened. She had to lean near his ear so he could hear her.“We have to keep moving, or we’ll freeze to death.”Ruben’s eyes opened. He blinked, gave her a single nod, and made a sluggish effort to climb out. Anne waited for minutes until he stood on uncertain feet in the snow.“Are you all right to climb?” she asked. He nodded again and walked toward the upward-slanting face. She started to ask if he was sure, but stopped herself. He could decide for himself, couldn’t he?Ruben, as if hearing the passing thought in her mind, turned to her. “I’ll be all right, Anne.”Anne looked up at the mountain. “I don’t think we have much higher to climb
INTO DARKNESSIAnne flung herarms out to grab anything she could, but found nothing in the open darkness. She screamed. There was nothing else she could do. When she hit the ground, she would die a quick death at best, or else she would break both of her legs and suffer until she perished.She threw her arms out again and, to her surprise, caught something with one hand, but her descent was too rapid to be halted by this mere action. Her hands ripped free from the rough, rocky surface with a sharp sting.She grabbed out again in that general direction with both hands, and her hands slapped against a solid surface. A wall? An unexpected moment later, her fingers caught onto some indented portion of the surface, almost by accident, but she latched on and fought to better secure the handhold she had gained.Her body swung and her hands slipped away. A new wave of panic hurled through her mind. When her feet hit the ground, her mind was quick, firing a command to her body to ro