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in the vision.”

      “What vision?”

      “The vision that brought me to you.”

      Pris looked around, and that’s when she saw the airplane. Or what was left of it—twisted metal scattered in all directions.

      “The pilot—”

      “His journey has taken him further. Do not think of him now.” The old woman laid her hand on Prisca’s chest. “Rest now.”

      Marty was dead. Pris closed her eyes and tried not to think about him. The old woman began to chant again, and in an odd way it was comforting. When she blinked her eyes open again, Koko was back at the fire, stirring something in a small kettle.

      Pris tried to sit up and that’s when she realized that her injuries were far more serious than she thought. She moved her hands over her body, and realized that she was wearing only her panties and nothing more beneath a layer of blankets.

      “Where are my clothes? My phone?”

      “I found no phone. Your clothes… I cut them off you with my knife.” The old woman produced a knife from beneath her coat. “A gift from my grandson. There was much blood and I needed to know where it was coming from. Don’t move or the bleeding will start again. Many cuts.” Koko motioned to her legs. “Some of them are deep. You must stay quiet. Your ankle is swollen, too. No broken bones.”

      “How did you find me?”

      “I saw you in the sky.”

      “How?”

      “All that matters is that I came to you in time.”

      “Where is my luggage?”

      “Did you have luggage?”

      “Ah…I must have.”

      “The airplane still burns. If you brought bags with you, they are not here. You were lucky. You were thrown out of the plane.”

      “I hurt all over.”

      “I have brought something with me to ease the pain.” The old woman brought Pris a brown bottle. “Drink. Two swallows.”

      Pris tipped back the bottle and drank the bitter liquid, and within ten minutes she started to see double. The woman had drugged her, she realized, as she slipped into a heavy sleep.

      The next time Pris opened her eyes she didn’t know where she was until she saw the old woman seated beside her. It was daylight and she stared at the surrounding wilderness with both awe and fear. There was no way that they would be rescued, she thought. No one would ever find them. Maybe no one even knew they were there.

      She tried to move, and moaned with the effort.

      “Be still, sisttsi nan.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “It means pretty bird.”

      “And what language is it.”

      “My language. I am a Blackfeet Indian.”

      “Blackfoot?”

      “No, Blackfeet. I have two.” The old woman smiled, then stood. “I can see much pain in your eyes. I will bring you medicine.”

      “No. I want to stay awake.”

      “There will be time for that later.” She produced the brown bottle again. “Here. Another day of sleep will prepare you for the journey. Drink.”

      “No, I don’t want to pass out again.”

      “It is good to sleep. Our journey down the mountain will be long.”

      Pris accepted the bottle and drank. “What is this stuff anyway?”

      “A special tonic.”

      “How will we get down the mountain without help?”

      “Help is coming. Moon will be here soon.”

      “Moon?”

      “My grandson.”

      “But how does he know where to look?”

      “He is very smart. Like me, he also has a gift.”

      “He has visions, too?”

      “No. He is smart and an expert tracker, and I have left a trail for him to follow.”

      “I don’t think I can walk.”

      “You will ride.” The old woman pointed to a pair of sticks with a blanket tied between them.

      Pris handed the bottle of tonic back to Koko. “You’re going to drag me?”

      “Don’t worry, sisttsi nan. I am old, but I am strong. I climbed the mountain for you, remember?”

      “Yes, you came for me.”

      Prisca’s eyes grew heavy again. She drifted off to sleep to the sound of the old woman making more strange sounds as she tended the fire.

      When she woke next Pris found Koko talking to herself. The traveling bed had been moved closer.

      The old woman must have eyes in the back of her head, Pris thought, because she turned around very suddenly.

      “You’re awake. Good. We must go, sisttsi nan. I wanted to wait here for my grandson, but a storm is coming and we need to leave. I was about to wake you. We need to get off the mountain before the snow comes.”

      “I need clothes.”

      “The blankets will be enough. Better for wounds, not to move too much.” Koko picked up a second blanket and brought it to Prisca. “Keeping you warm is most important.”

      She spread one blanket on the travois, and then slowly helped Pris slide her body over and onto the portable bed. Once she was settled, Koko covered her with another blanket and tucked it around her, then tied a rope harness around her waist and hooked the long wooden sticks into two loops.

      Then they were moving away from the crash site as gray clouds swelled overhead and the wind began to blow.

      The horse’s name was Pete, a black gelding who was used to shifting rocks and narrow trails. Jacy gave Pete his head, and let the long-legged animal negotiate the path at his own pace.

      He’d wasted two days searching Rising Wolf Mountain for the downed plane with no luck, and his mood was about as sour as the weather. Clouds were moving into the area, and Sinopah Mountain was a dangerous place to be in a snowstorm.

      The threatening weather turned his thoughts to his grandmother. He’d kept in contact with Tate, and Koko hadn’t come home yet. Jacy was worried, but not angry with her. Koko’s visions were real. They didn’t always come at the most opportune time, but that wasn’t something she could control.

      He couldn’t ignore the parallel between the crash and Koko’s sudden late-night vision.

      Billy had been convinced that the plane had tracked northeast, but after searching Rising Wolf, Jacy knew he should have followed his gut and headed straight to Sinopah. From the moment he’d arrived at the base of the mountain his gut had been churning—his seventy-six-year-old grandmother was here, and so was Marty and his airplane.

      Billy was still waiting to hear from him, hoping it would be soon. The Bureau of Land Management dealt in facts, and so he hadn’t mentioned Koko and her vision. The BLM was a lot like Merrick and the Onyxx Agency in that respect.

      But he didn’t need to worry about Merrick and the agency. He had retired, and they didn’t own him any longer. And his association with the BLM was strictly on a volunteer basis, so he could do things any damn way he pleased.

      Jacy shifted in the saddle and leaned into the mountain as Pete, as sure-footed as a goat, maneuvered the rocky trail.

      The temperature was twenty degrees, with a three-inch

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