Matt couldn’t believe it when Dani stopped falling. How had she managed to grab that old piton, left in the rock years ago? The wave of relief left him light-headed. He rubbed his face, then found something to tie the rope around. A few quick turns and he was back on his stomach looking down. He dug deep for calm control, then called her name.
She didn’t move, didn’t look up.
If he startled her, she might fall, but she needed to know he was here, that help was at hand.
“Dani!” He saw her body jerk. She didn’t fall. Her head tilted back until he could see her face. She looked like she had been in a street fight. Her mouth was bruised and swollen. A cut on her forehead bled sluggishly. Her eyes were wide and empty of recognition. “It’s Matt.”
Matt? She blinked. The lonesome lawman?
“Wha
