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Was he alive? Had he made it out? Had his team arrived to save him?

She had to remain positive. Any other scenario was unacceptable.

Hilly was determined to make her way back to the shack, via a long, looping arc that Cottins would be hard-pressed to follow, but when the trees ahead of her thinned out, then broke into an open vista, she knew exactly where she was, and groaned. This was the ravine where Cottins planned to kill her. Hilly skidded to a stop before she got too close, but she tripped over her own feet and fell face first to the ground.

Luckily, she was still a few feet from the gorge.

She wrestled to get up, and…couldn’t move.

Seriously? Her beat-to-shit body refused to respond, now?

Footsteps sounded through the woods, getting closer and closer.

Hilly lay on the ground panting, and knew there was only one thing left she could do. She’d explored this ravine when she was a kid, and knew that on this side there was a shelf of rock that ran analogous to the top, a mere twelve feet below. If she could crawl the remaining short distance to the brink, then do a controlled tumble over the side, it would hurt. But hopefully she’d send herself down to the ledge without hurtling the rest of the way to the bottom.

There was a good chance she’d make it. Sort of. If she didn’t…

Hilly grimaced. She had no choice. When Cottin found her—and it sounded as if that would happen soon—he’d make sure she didn’t survive any fall he orchestrated.

Hilly dragged her battered body to the edge and peered over. In the dark, she could just make out the prominence of the rock shelf below. It seemed farther away than she remembered, but…

Taking as deep a breath as her battered ribs allowed, Hilly positioned her body alongside the edge and rolled…

Argh!

She hit with an inelegant thud, barely managing to bite her tongue to keep from crying out at the sharp pain she inflicted on her injuries. But the good news, she told herself? She’d at least managed to stick her landing. Grabbing with her good hand at a small tree growing out of the granite, she dragged her body closer to the rock wall, preventing herself from plunging over the side.

Hilly shakily acknowledged that this was good. She was still alive. She managed to draw in a few, shallow breaths.

But there was no time to rest. She needed to make herself invisible.

Cottins had his flashlight. If he shined it down and spotted her, she was doomed.

There weren’t a lot of options for concealment.

Hilly’s best bet would be to snug her back up against the dirt and rock wall behind her, making herself as small as possible in the meager bit of bushy scrub that grew there.

But before that…

What if she could make Cottins think she’d fallen into the ravine?

There was a largish rock jutting out to her right, hanging over the abyss, no more than five feet from her current position. If she could make her way there, somehow loosening the large rock enough to fall, the noise might fool Cottins into believing she’d gone over.

It was worth a try.

Gritting her teeth, Hilly scraped her way toward the rock. It seemed to take far too long, her body bemoaning every inch, but finally, sweating profusely, she got her functioning palm on the rock and pushed.

Nothing.

Dammit. Hilly wanted to cry. If she had both hands…

Cottins clumsy tromping from above moved closer and closer. She was running out of time. Hilly grimaced to sit, but when she was finally upright, she spun around on her ass, putting both feet against the rock.

Hilly heaved.

The rock budged.

She bit back a whimper and shoved again. This time, she knew it was close to tumbling.

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