They might have saved her, given another moment—some might have, anyway—but it was too late. but the chilly floor wasn’t the only reason she was shivering. When they were just twenty yards behind the drogues, Cuthbert nodded—they were close enough for him to work. But if the old man did holler and raised an alarm, what then? The bad Coffin Hunter might come and kill him.
perhaps a grouse, perhaps a prairie chicken—rose above the lip of the canyon in an explosive whir of feathers. Fear, mayhap. With the sense of vibration there at last came a feeling of speed. Alain bit his lip and stepped forward.
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