Chapter Fourteen
The Wrath of Mother Nature:
A sense of melancholy swept through Dust. He watched in silence as Raymond and the others waved them off. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw see Josie start to lift her hand. He turned, lifted his hand, and wiped his fingertips gently across her cheek.
“You okay?” he quietly asked into the microphone attached to his helmet.
She nodded, but he could see the trembling of her fingers. Unsure of what to do, he reached over and cupped her hand in his. She threaded her fingers through his and held on. Returning his gaze to the window of the closed door, he saw that the snow had fallen on the higher elevations in the distance.
A shiver ran through him as the frigid air inside the helicopter swept over him. He blinked when he felt a wave of warmt
