No matter. He had to try. He eased up again. The feigned rest that followed was the most difficult spell of the whole thing.
Then he leaned forward once more, reached out as if to lay his hands upon the vehicle once again, and slipped by it, moving as quickly as he could toward the open door, and then through it, and inside. Nothing happened the entire time he was in transit, but the moment the car door slammed a burst of gunfire occurred beneath the ledge, and the Angel began to shudder and then to rock.
"There!" came the voice of the Angel as the gun swung to the right and a beam lanced outward and upward from it.
It bobbed. It rode high. It fell upon the cliff face, moving.
Murdock turned in time to see a portion of that surface slide downward, first with a whisper, then with a roar. The shooting ceased before the wall came down upon the red vehicle.
Above the sound of the crash, a familiar voice came through the radio: "Damn you, Sam! You should have stayed in the car!" she said.
Then the radio went silent. Her form was completely covered by the rock fall.
"Must have blocked my sensors again and sneaked up," the Angel was saying. "You are lucky that you saw her just when you did."
"Yes," Murdock replied.
"Let me try rocking us loose now," the Angel said a little later. "We made some headway while you were pushing."
The breakaway sequence began again. Murdock looked up at the stars for the first time that evening-cold and brilliant and so very distant. He kept on staring as the Angel pulled them free. He barely glanced at her stony tomb as they turned and moved past it.
When they had threaded their way back and out through the ravine, the radio came to life again: "Murdock! Murdock! You okay? We've been trying to reach you and-"
"Yes," he said softly.
"We heard more explosions. Was that you?"
"Yes. Just shooting at a ghost," he said. "I'm coming back now."
"It's over," the other told him. "We got them all."
"Good," he said, breaking the connection.
"Why didn't you tell him about the red one?" the Angel asked.
"Shut up and keep driving."
He watched the canyon walls slip by, bright strata and dull ones. It was night, sky cold, sky wide, sky deep, and the black wind came out of the north, closing wind. They headed into it. Spinning through the dream of time and dust, past the wreckage, they went to the place where the others waited. It was night, and a black wind came out of the north.