CHAPTER 10“Maybe God was busy.”
The observation, spoken wryly by Mike Strong, brought a quick glance from Gabe Welch.
“Why did you say that?”
Mike returned the glance, his expression puzzled. “I’m darned if I know. I must have had some reason.”
Mike turned away to put the last of the wood on the fire that kept the sub-zero temperatures from stiffening them both into corpses. Outside, the wind howled its fury at not being quite able to demolish the lean-to Mike had fashioned from material salvaged from the smashed plane. Staying in the plane after the crash had been impractical. There was no space left inside. They’d bailed out at the last moment, Gabe’s broken leg resulting there from.
Then there had been the laborious cross-country crawl to the wreckage with the storm forming and hit
