Chapter 14

• “This would be great to slide down on a toboggan,” Rachel forced a laugh as she struggled beside the women trying to trudge their way up the hill.
• Cora slid to a stop. “You do that, Rach. We’ll watch.”
• As they got closer to the bridge, each woman walked faster. They weren’t prepared for what they saw. The four men were struggling to push a log up onto the other embankment. Mud soaked shirts topped hip waders, from who knows where. Still the four were soaked and bedraggled.