Chapter Eleven
Back in the forest:
Wyoming
The blanket of snow moved ever so slightly before a hand pushed up through it. A moment later, Ranker’s upper body broke through the layer that had covered him. He gasped in the fresh air, pulling it deep into his starving lungs.
He struggled to pull the lower half of his body out. Shivering from the cold, he finally rolled onto the packed ice and stared up at the heavy gray clouds. He was going to kill Walkyr d’Rojah and leave him to rot on this miserable planet.
Rolling onto his hands and knees, he pushed off the ground. He looked around him. The wide gully they had landed in was half-filled with snow from the avalanche. Now the mountain above only had a thin coating of snow that had gathered overnight. There would not be an imminent second
