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"Now," he called, beckoning for Kate to come and join him.
She obeyed his instructions, keeping low, making sure she didn't stumble on
the icy rocks, not turning her face toward the mine.
When the young woman was concealed among the jumble of splintered timber, Ryan
saw how pale she was.
"You making it?"
"Sure."
He stared at her. "You don't look it. Fall off and someone'll likely spot it.
That way we both get chilled. Ask you again. You making it?"
"Starving hungry, Ryan. Murder for a bowl of pork stew."
"Hell, I know that. But can you make it over to there?" He pointed to the
fragile spiderweb of corrosion and rust that dipped low over the river.
"You going to cut my throat if I can't?"
Ryan didn't answer, biting his lip in barely suppressed anger.
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Kate sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Let me go first. If I fall in
then they won't see you and you can still get out. Find another way into the
mines to save your little boy. I'll go first."
Ryan considered that. What the young woman said was true, and it took away any
worries about having to chill her.
"Yeah." He nodded.
TWICE HE THOUGHT she'd lost it. Once in the middle her weight brought the old
rails dropping within inches of the water. Her legs were crossed over the top
of the reddened iron, thick-coated in ice, and she was finding it difficult to
make any progress toward the far side.
It crossed Ryan's mind to put a 9 mm round through her skull. The corpse would
float away from the sec men, and all of the noise would be effectively muffled
by the SIG-Sauer's built-in baffle silencer.
But Kate kept control, waited a few moments, shepherding her strength. Then
she kicked and wriggled toward the farther shore.
She was within easy spitting distance when she lost her grip with her fingers,
dropping head-down, only her feet keeping her from the river and from death.
"Fireblast!" Ryan exclaimed.
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Her dark hair was splashed with the spray of the raging water, her face away
from
Ryan. He could see her breathing hard, then almost feel the pain in the
muscles as she swung herself up and forward, fingers groping for a tenuous
hold.
Moments later she was off the makeshift bridge, lying flat on her stomach
among the heaped stones on the far side of the river.
"Real ace on the line, lady," Ryan said quietly.
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HE WAS ACROSS FAST and easy, with only a single moment of danger.
Ryan was heavier than the girl, and the rails dipped far more under his
weight.
He could feel the iron straining and hear some of the main timbers creaking.
Ryan had chosen the same way of getting over, hanging froglike, sliding with
crossed feet and gloved hands.
Despite his strength, there was nothing he could do as he felt himself
slipping lower.
The roar of the river filled his ears, and his skull seemed to swell with the
pressure and the strain. He relaxed his head backward and immediately gulped
in a mouthful of freezing green water. It ran into his nose and down into his
lungs, nearly choking him, but he fought it and lifted his head again, clear
of the torrent.
Kate was frantically beckoning to him from her hiding place, and he nearly
managed a smile at the irony of it an irony that the young woman would never
know. She was encouraging him, while he'd been prepared to put a bullet into
her brain when their positions had been reversed.
"So it goes," he muttered.
He snaked over the last few feet and dropped down to safety.
"They see us?"
Ryan shook his head, showering her with drops of icy water. "No. Reckon we'd
have heard it by now if they had."
THE TIMING WAS RIGHT. The changing over of the night and day shifts was taking
place and it was, inevitably, a period of near chaos.
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