“That doesn’t sound right,” Ash said. And Eve was forced to agree. The high alpine meadow came to an abrupt end less than half a mile away. A barrier of tumbled rocks, boulders, and torn tree limbs stood in their path. It ran from cliff to cliff, a forbidding barrier, almost a wall. A fantail of scree reached down the slope, although in places grass and shrubs and even a few small saplings poked their heads above the litter of rocks. “There’s nothing here.”
“You can stay behind if you wish,” Tezla replied testily. “That’s where she is. So that’s where I’m going.”
She pushed ahead, and in a few minutes they could see her small form climbing up, as agile as a goat.
Ash and Eve looked at each other and sighed. It would be a pity if they rescued the gorgeous woman from death in a bunker, on
