Lynn unfolded the map as she rode, looping Mister’s reins around the pommel. “If we split off to the south up ahead, we’ll come across some canyons before long. I know you don’t like the idea of the rocks hanging over your head, but if we got down in one of those little mazelike canyons, he’d be hard-pressed to ever find us.”
“And we might be hard-pressed to find a way out.”
“That’s where me asking you to start paying attention comes in.”
A flush crept up Lucy’s cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. “All right.”
Lynn watched Lucy for a second before continuing. “I want to get over the next ridge, and then we’ll cut to the south. I can’t imagine it’d be easy to track us down in the rocks, ’specially if that cloud there graces us with a bit of rain.”
An unassuming storm cloud was rolling in from the west, and Lucy licked her parched lips as she glanced at it.
“Let’s hope so,” she said.
They broke away from their path once they crested the ridge. Without the baking road reflecting the heat back in their faces, the horses picked up the pace. But without the familiar snake of blacktop, the sameness of the desert made the word lost seem too short to capture the enormity of their situation. The only hint of the road they were traveling was an old fence that ran parallel to it, remnants of a pasture devoid of animals.
“If someone kept their herds here, there must be a creek nearby,” Lucy offered, hoping perhaps the horses had sped up for more reason than one.
“Makes sense,” Lynn said, her lips pursed so tightly the words came out in a growl.
The road met up with the creek shortly, and the horses stumbled wearily into the cool water, Spatter wading in up to his knees. Lynn and Lucy slipped off their saddles as well, filling their near-empty bottles and thirsty mouths. Coaxing the horses out of the stream was tricky, and Lynn caved in to their mournful eyes.
“Our friend behind us won’t be able to track us in the stream, and it’ll lead us down into the canyon besides,” she said.
The shadows of the towering steeples of rock striped their path as they moved silently southward. Then the stripes disappeared as the rocks reached for one another, forming a sheer wall on either side.
“Just breathe easy,” Lynn said softly, though Lucy noticed she also looked to the bright-blue strip of sky above them as she said it. “This is mostly a straight shot. When the canyon dumps us out, we’ll be able to backtrack to the highway.”
Lucy nodded her assent, too spooked by the sound of Lynn’s voice bouncing off the nearby walls to answer. The innocent splashing of the creek rebounded as well, echoed and magnified. Spatter’s ears flicked backward, then forward in an effort to make sense of this new phenomenon. She scratched his neck, and he made a deep mutter she could only too well agree with.
“I don’t like it either, boy,” she whispered as she leaned forward.
At first she thought the goose bumps were caused by fear. She’d become all too familiar with the rushing prickle of them in the long, lonely nights. But a cool breeze was playing with her hair as well, and the first cold drop that splattered on her skin was as big as a shotgun shell. Ahead, Mister startled to the right when another drop struck him, and he brushed against the close canyon walls that made it impossible for the horses to ride abreast any longer.
“Guess the rain is coming,” Lynn said, the calm that carried back in her voice soothing Lucy, though she suspected it was on purpose, as she saw Lynn dig her heels into Mister a little deeper, urging him forward.
The thin strip of sky above them was no longer blue, and the swirling clouds moving past weren’t the comfortable shade of gray they’d been when Lucy first saw them, but a menacing black that contrasted with the red rock so sharply that her heart skipped a beat.
Another drop fell directly on her face, as if scolding her for looking so closely. She wiped it away, trying to ignore the increased pattering of the rain falling into the creek and seeping through her clothes. A streak of lightning shot through the sky, and the answering thunder was so loud that shards of rock were knocked loose from the walls. They rolled down to the path, spooking the horses.
Lynn had pulled Mister into a trot, her gaze sweeping the rock on either side and the widening water rivulets that were pouring into their hiding place. “Lynn?” Lucy called out, alarmed that she had to raise her voice to be heard over the rain.
Lynn looked back and said only one word. “Faster.”
She kicked the already skittish Mister and he took off, hooves splashing in the water that was now creeping up his legs. Spatter needed no coaxing; he leapt to follow. Lucy wondered if he could sense the danger of the rising water as it touched the tips of her boots.
They cleared a turn to see Lynn and Mister only paces ahead of them, and no end to the canyon walls in sight. A slight whimper escaped Lucy, but she could see only grim determination in Lynn’s face when she glanced back to check on her. Lucy waved that she was all right and urged Spatter to go faster, although he was beginning to lose his footing. A near panic had settled into Mister, and Lucy watched as he slipped, nearly unseating Lynn. She jerked back on his reins and brought his head around, but the horse was wild, and the splashing his struggles brought around them didn’t help. He took off at his own frenetic pace, anxious to find a way out.
Spatter answered in speed. Seconds later Lucy felt him lose contact with the ground as the rushing water buoyed him above it. He neighed in fear and she wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to control him with the reins any longer. She called out for Lynn, but Mister had the upper hand on his rider as well, and the two of them were out of sight.
She felt Spatter’s legs pumping beneath her, working with the current to move them forward. His courage gained them precious minutes until the first swell came, rushing over his back and plucking Lucy from the saddle as easily as she pulled overripe pears from the trees at home.
The water enveloped her, shocking in its coldness. She kicked upward to break the surface, managing a single gulp of air before the strong current took her in its own direction and slammed her against an outcrop. Her head struck rock, and she felt the thin skin of her temple parting easily, the hot blood releasing from her head to mix with the cold flow of rainwater.
Lucy clutched the outcrop and managed to drag herself on top of it. She swiped at her eyes only to realize a darkness was seeping into her vision that wasn’t blood, the ringing in her ears overwhelming even the rushing of the river sweeping by only inches from her face.
“This isn’t fair,” she managed to say weakly as she slipped into unconsciousness, knowing she was about to drown in a place where little water could be found.
Twenty-Four
She was out long enough that her clothes were dry when she woke, as was her mouth. Lucy tried to sit up, but a wave of vertigo forced her back down, the lump on her head pulsing in time with the nausea. She vomited over the edge of the outcrop, into the serene water below. The angry rolling white froth was gone, but Lucy knew enough about moving water to know that didn’t mean the current wasn’t strong. She rolled onto her back to glare at the mockingly blue sky above, clear of any trace of the storm. She had no way to judge how long she had been out. It could be the same afternoon, or two days later. The only gauge she had was the scratch of dehydration in her throat and the gnawing hunger in her belly.
She sat up by inches the second time, letting her pounding head adjust to the change. Once upright, she leaned back against the canyon wall, which soared at least a hundred feet above her head. Climbing out was not an option. Neither was staying and waiting for the river to recede more. If she waited too long, she could die of thirst, hunger, or even the drop down to the shallow water. Jumping now meant a drink, and the very real possibility of drowning. In the best of health she would’ve jumped without question, trusting to the strength of her body. As it was she couldn’t move more than a foot at time without feeling dizzy.