Kathy Fischer-Brown
Winter Fire
"Get back!" he shouted. "The ice won't hold you!"
She whirled around in alarm.
And in that split second, he saw her eyes. Those
startled doe's eyes. Zara Grey!
In the next instant, a crack—like a musket
shot—echoed through the ravine. She reeled as the
ice heaved up beneath her amid an angry surge of black water. And then, her face
frozen in a look of surprise, her mouth open in a semblance of a silent scream, she
disappeared through the widening breach.
His gaze fixed on the roiling chasm, Ethan hurled himself down the slope. She
surfaced—flailing arms and legs, and gasping desperately for air—churning up the
black water into an icy froth. She grasped at the splinters of ice.
"Keep your head up!"
Racing along the bank, he ripped off his deerskin jacket and hurled it, along with his
rifle and belt into the snow. If she went under again, she'd be trapped. Already the
current had taken her, sweeping her like a bobbing cork toward the opposite bank
where the ice was thicker.
"Keep your head up!"
But the frenzied movement of her arms had slowed. She gasped at the water along
with the air. She could barely keep herself afloat. As if she had made a conscious
choice to surrender herself to a stronger power, he saw the spirit drain out of her. An
eerie calm settled over her eyes as her gaze met his, then she slipped under again
without a struggle.
Without stopping to think, Ethan tore off his shirt and moccasins, and dove through
the opening.
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Exciting, Kathy. Love the cover too.
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Thanks, Joan. I'm kind of partial to it myself :-)
ReplyDeleteA true, tough and yet romantic tale of life in frontier New York during Revolutionary War Times. Loved it!
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