Chapter 7: What the Storm Washed Out

The storm broke by dawn, but it left the mountain changed. Reese stepped out of the cave into gray morning light to find the dry riverbed they'd been following for two days now running fast and brown, six feet wider than it had been the night before, carrying broken branches and loose scree down from somewhere higher up. "That's the crossing gone," Ana said, standing at the bank with her hands on...