By Nevada Barr
Simply days after marrying Sheriff Paul Davidson, Anna Pigeon strikes to Colorado to imagine her new submit as district ranger at Rocky Mountain nationwide Park. while of 3 little ones who'd long gone lacking from a non secular retreat reappear, Anna's research brings her face-to-face with a paranoid sect--and with a villain so evil, he will make the hairs at the again of your neck stand on finish
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Definitely ugly. Maybe uglier than anything that had ever befallen Heath, even waking up in a hospital room and being told she'd never walk again. If sitting on a rolling lap clinging to half a middle-aged ex-climber comforted her, so be it. And maybe Heath needed a little comforting herself. Gwen coaxed the girls back to their former positions. The lap sitter was finally lured to the bench and allowed her feet to be returned to the dishpan but chose not to let go of Heath's hand. Wiley took up guard duty while Gwen redressed and bandaged the other child's feet.
Gwen sat on the picnic table, feet on the bench. "You look so down. " "Yeah," Heath agreed. Then the wine said: It might work if I wasn't a fucking cripple. She smiled because Gwen wanted her to, but she could feel the riptide of alcohol and despair dragging her down to the cold dark bottom of the sea where one day she could drown in booze or bitterness. She tried to think of heroes, of Lance Armstrong, of the man who cut his arm off with a pocketknife rather than die in the wilderness, of those people who'd overcome and triumphed.
On December twenty-third, Heath had fallen from an ice chute up by the Keyhole on Longs Peak. Rotten ice had dropped her sixty-eight feet to a helicopter ride and her new life as a cripple. Sixty-eight feet. Lucky to be alive, everyone said. The hospital had been her world through March. Physical therapy, Prozac. More physical therapy, Effexor. Pool therapy, Xanax; lots of Xanax. Watching people in gaily colored scrubs, prattling in gaily banal conversation, manipulating chunks of flesh and bone she could no longer feel gave Heath the creeps.