Chapter 26: The Shadow of His Wings
Jerusha crawled out of the overturned car, carrying the little girl wrapped in the Rose of Sharon quilt. The wind had reached cyclone force, and the snow was blinding. Jerusha stood up and oriented herself. She could see the flat, frozen surface of the pond and on the far side, barely discernible through the blizzard, the forest.
I’m on the highway side of the pond. The cabin is across the pond and through those trees. There’s a path by the big pine and through the gorse bushes. It’s only about a quarter of a mile. I’ve got to find the path.
Jerusha stepped onto the ice. It was firm under her step. She leaned into the wind and started across the pond. Every step was nightmarish, every breath almost impossible to take. The wind seemed to be trying to s
