motion, each bounce twisting the van’s metal body into a different configuration.
“Tommy...Tommy...what should we do?” Eric Schulze cried.
They watched in horror as the driver’s door flew open and a woman was thrown out onto the rocks. The next instant the van hit bottom, mere inches from the wildly rushing river.
“We have to go down there and see if she’s okay.” Tommy Barrow was already on his way. Eric followed. It was tough going. One misstep and they could end up like that van—or worse, in the nver.
Breathing hard, they finally reached Sierra. She was lying facedown and not moving. “I think she’s dead,” Eric said, his voice cracking.
Tommy knelt down and felt for a pulse. “She’s alive. Eric, go check the van and make sure she was the only one in it, then go back to the truck, get to the nearest phone and call for help. I’ll stay here.”
“But...”
Tommy raised tear-filled eyes to his friend. “If she dies, it’s my fault. I was driving too fast. I took that curve too wide. Go, Eric. Do it now. I can’t leave her alone.”
Eric started backing away. “Her van is smashed all to hell. Tommy! It’s on fire!”
“What?” He stood up to see. “Oh, God, what if it explodes?” He ran as hard as he could over the rocks to peer inside the van. Hurrying back, he said with some relief, “There’s no one else. Eric, we have to move this lady.”
“You aren’t supposed to move anyone hurt in an accident. What if her back is broken, or something?”
“She has no chance at all if we don’t move her and that van explodes. Come on, help me turn her over.”
The boys got down on their knees and very gently turned Sierra over onto her back. “You take her feet,” Tommy said, moving into position to lift her by her shoulders. He glanced at the van. “The fire’s getting worse. Everything inside is blazing. Hurry, Eric, hurry!”
“Where are we taking her?” Eric anxiously asked. “The canyon’s so steep. We can’t carry her clear up to the road.”
Tommy took a quick look around. “Over there, behind that big boulder. Come on, let’s get moving.”
They had just lowered Sierra to the ground behind the boulder when the van exploded. The boys gaped at the sight.
“Holy cow,” Tommy whispered. “She would have been killed for sure.” He tore his eyes from the conflagration to look at Eric. “Get going and make that call. She’s unconscious and could be hurt bad.”
They both jumped a foot when a second explosion shook the canyon. This one was much worse than the first, and what was left of the van and its contents either fluttered to the rocks in minute pieces or landed in the river.
“It’s gone,” Eric said, as though he couldn’t believe his own eyes. “Totally gone.”
Two
John Mann of the Montana Highway Patrol introduced himself to Clint and Tommy Barrow, who rose from their chairs and shook hands with the officer. They were all tall men, and their eyes were almost on the same level. Officer Mann probably outweighed the Barrows, as Clint and his son were both lean and lanky, very much alike in appearance with dark hair and blue eyes.
Mann moved a chair from another part of the waiting room to sit closer to the Barrows. They were in the intensive care unit of Missoula General Hospital, where Sierra had been brought by a flight-for-life helicopter.
Officer Mann, big and burly as he was, spoke in a surprisingly soft voice. “Any news on the woman’s condition?” he asked.
“Nothing conclusive. We’ve talked to a couple of doctors and several nurses. They’re running tests,” Clint said in a voice choppy from strain. As concerned as he was about the woman in room 217, he was more worried about his son. Tommy’s face was pasty and gray. It could have been Tommy who had crashed at the bottom of that ravine, and Clint couldn’t get that image out of his mind. The thought of losing his son in a car accident had Clint half sick to his stomach.
“Then she’s regained consciousness?” John asked,looking from father to son.
“If she has, we haven’t been told about it.” Clint noticed John’s close scrutiny of Tommy, and shifted in his chair so his shoulder touched his son’s.
Officer Mann registered the protective gesture and cleared his throat. “It was a serious accident and will have to be investigated.”
“Yes, I know,” Clint said. The stern lines of his handsome face became even more rigid. If Tommy hadn’t gone out of his way to pick up Eric for school, would there have been an accident? Clint knew that same question was haunting Tommy. The boys were the best of friends. Clint remembered his and Tommy’s conversation before the boy had driven off in his red pickup that morning.
“You’re running late, Tom.”
“I told Eric I’d pick him up. Remember, Dad, Barrows don’t go back on their word.”
“Figured you did,” Mann said quietly. “Well, let’s get started.” He produced a small note pad and a pen from an inside pocket of his jacket and flipped it open to a specific page. “Thomas Lee Barrow and Eric Roger Schulze,” he read and glanced up. “Names correct?”
Both Clint and Tommy said yes.
“Okay, Tommy—are you called Tommy or Tom?”
“Either one is okay,” Tommy said. He was looking down, and Clint could tell he was scared.
“Tell me what happened, Tom,” Officer Mann.
“I already told Sheriff Logan,” Tommy said. “He’s the one who came when Eric called for help.”
“I know you did, but I wasn’t there and I’d like to hear it for myself.”
Tommy drew a deep, slightly unsteady breath. “We were afraid of being late for school because of finals, and took the shortcut over Cougar Pass.”
“You and Eric.”
“Yes. I was driving. I came around that hairpin curve—you know the one—and there was one of those minivans smack-dab in the middle of the road. I hit the brakes and so did she, and we—we collided.”
“You hit an icy spot.”
“Frost It was only melted where the sun, uh, shone on the road.”
“Did you see that the driver was a woman?”
“Didn’t have time to see anything. I was trying to straighten out my truck.”
“Understandable.”
“The van went off the road.” Tommy swallowed hard. “I got the truck stopped, and Eric and I ran to the edge of the ravine. It was still going down, rolling end over end. We saw the woman fly out through the driver’s door and land on the rocks. The van landed upside down
