Dusty clung to Ty’s arms, wincing as each bolt flashed. The storm was right over them, venting a rage she hadn’t seen in years. Above them on the mountain, they heard a sudden crack as though a tree had been hit. The sound of splintering wood was as noxious to her ears as the next bolt of lightning. Bits of dust, debris and fractured lumber barreled down the steep embankment in front of their eyes. Dusty knew it was more than a tree that had been shattered by the electric jolt.
“Ty, I have to go back up,” she hollered at him through the chaos. Pulling from his side, she crawled out on the ledge only to have Ty haul her back inside, jerking her arm angrily.
“You’re going nowhere,” he shouted.
“Like hell, I won’t, I’m going back up.”
“To do what? Get yourself killed?”
She struggled with
