The rumbling eased and the cascade of rocks settled, dust hovering in the air above.

Grey called from the far side of the fall. “Captain?”

His voice was shrill, terror coating the single world.

Justin kept hold of Marie but shifted to call back. “We’re alright. You?”

Grey’s voice dropped an octave. “Sara’s hurt her leg, not critical but needs attention. The rest of us are fine.”

Justin replied. “Head for the temple at Druid’s Pass. We’ll meet you there.”

Grey’s response was wordless but clearly a protest, Justin frowned, for all his deputy couldn’t see it. “Sara needs attention, it’s a quick road for you, a longer, but easy road for us, especially since we don’t have horses. We’ll see you in a week or so.”

There was silence from the other side, then a reluctant. “As you say, Sir.”

Marie wriggled in Justin’s still-tight hold. “If we’ve got the longer road, I suggest we start walking.”

Justin nodded, and made one more call to the other side. “Be sure to spread the word on the avalanche as early and as widely as you can.”

The responding. “Aye, Sir.” Already sounded further away.

Justin finally stepped away from her, but slid his hand down to hold hers, lacing their fingers together. “We’re at least a day’s walk from the nearest town, I’m hoping I’m remembering a farm on the way, rather than just wishing it.”

Marie shrugged. “It’s not too cold at night yet, we’ll cope.”

Justin looked down at her, face set, the expression that said he was expecting an argument. “We’re also married.”