Hettie wiped the grit from her watering eyes as she stared up, dazed.
“Hettie!” Abby’s voice was a sweet, clear warble, followed by a second rough shout.
“Hettie!”
She stared up in amazement. “Walker?” The bounty hunter stood next to her sister, a broad, dark shadow with a rope coiled over his shoulders, a shotgun in one hand. The other hand clamped over Abby’s shoulder to keep her away from the gaping hole.
“You all right?” he called down.
She looked back to the pile of rocks. Zavi was under there somewhere. “I’m fine.”
“Hold tight.” The bounty hunter disappeared with Abby, and a moment later the rope dropped over the edge. Walker swung down, rappelling with ease. His big boots landed on the shifting rock pile. He drew his sidearm and scanned the area.
“We should get out of here,”
