Breaking Wild by Diane Les Becquets

Author:Diane Les Becquets
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

AMY RAYE

A little farther up the incline and perhaps Amy Raye would be able to see enough to gather some sense of the direction she’d been heading. If nothing else, she might be able to find shelter. She’d have to build a fire and wait out the night. And so she climbed, her body bent forward, her knees weaker with each step, as if any moment they might buckle beneath her. Just a little farther. She was on an edge now. She leaned forward until she was able to hold on to the wet rocks of the incline with her bare hands and get an idea of her surroundings. Just below the rocky ledge, maybe twenty feet, was a shelter, she was sure of it, an overhang with enough of a rock wall to serve as a buffer from the wind. She could stay there for the night. And so she grabbed a root with her right hand and a handhold in the rock with her left. She stretched her left leg over the edge until she found a crack with the toe of her boot. She wedged her boot into the crack for support, and let go of the root with her right hand. She would climb down to the shelter. But the weight on her back was too great, and her left hand slipped, her boot still jammed in the crack, the weight of her body and the pack and elk quarter propelling her backward and over, and then pain and noise, her ankle snapping. Her foot dislodged. She hurtled downward. Her hip slammed against a rock, and a sickening jolt so sharp from her ankle and through her leg, so acute she could not breathe. She had landed on another ledge, a good fifteen feet or more from the top one, and above her she could see the shelter, maybe five feet from her at the most. And nausea as soupy thick as the pain, snow melting on her face and lashes, and the misshape of the bone just above her ankle, like the arc in her bow. She exhaled in a long cry, and when she did, her voice echoed back at her. Her pack was behind her, the elk leg protruding at an odd angle alongside her neck. She shifted her hip away from the rock, and nausea surged through her until she dry-heaved. She pushed the elk leg away from her neck, her hands still covered in the elk’s blood, or was it hers? She did not know.

She struggled to sit up, to assess the damage. Again she heaved, bile coating her throat. Her left leg was useless, and her left hip badly bruised. She cried out again, her tears mixed with the blood on her face. Once more her echo answered her, like something wild. Her body shivered with cold and distress, or was she going into shock? And the night would grow colder. And how had she become so lost? How had

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