Kara sat on the stone flags. Had her stomach churned before, it spun like a top now. As for her head it sweated so the room danced cartwheels. She had to close her eyes to blot it out.
It was four days since blazing beacons had been spotted from the pass. Till then agony. Since then? Silence. So the room, here at Meg's, wasn't the only thing that cartwheeled. Dug and Fallon had shot across the floor and out of the door.
Kara wouldn't be nearly trampled to death for no good reason. It could only mean one thing. Finally, Big Murdie had just spotted more than a blazing beacon.
"Kara!"
She jerked up her chin. Meg. Standing at the door in a flowing emerald gown.
"Kara, hurry."
"I--I'm coming. Just give me a minute."
A minute? What a joke. Curse herself to hell. What was wrong with her sh
