Chapter 15
Beth parked the truck and rotated her shoulders, trying to work out the tense knots from the trip. She’d had serious doubts more than once. The creek was much higher than before, and the ruts all had deep standing water. Her first trip out gave her a good idea which parts to aim for, but not one part of the drive had been easy.
“Good driving, Beth,” Mark said. “I never would have made it. Too much city living. Here, let me.”
She turned toward the driver’s side window, and he dug his strong fingers into the worst spots. Good as it felt, Beth was staring through a long crack in the glass directly at the gap in the bigger oak and maple trees. Between that and the wailing, she’d never be able to relax. The lost miner was far louder than he’d been just a couple of days ago.
“That
