Sticks & Stones (Cut & Run #2)

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Before Zane could ponder the dangers any further, Ty dove headfirst into the water, disappearing under the little whitecaps and the sticks and other debris that floated past.

“Goddamnit, Ty!” Zane yelled, even though he knew Ty wouldn’t hear him. He turned and kicked the ATV’s tire before running a hand over his head and beginning to pace. He looked back out over the water, every part of him tense. He hadn’t thought it could be worse than watching his partner wade across the river. But not being able to see him at all? That was so much worse.

He knew they should be doing something—securing the ATV so it wouldn’t slide, packing up their equipment into the ponchos to keep it dry as they crossed, manning the winch in case Ty got washed downstream—but he couldn’t. He had to watch for Ty.

The blue coil of rope on the ground in front of the ATV unwound steadily, whether because Ty was actually making progress across the river or because the water was pulling it in was hard to tell. Zane found himself counting the seconds, wondering how long Ty could hold his breath. A few minutes at least, give or take.

After a full minute had passed, they caught sight of Ty’s hand breaking the water much further downstream. It was the only glimpse of him, though. He didn’t come up for air.

“He’s going down instead of across!” Zane said over the river noise.

“Current’s gonna take him that way,” Earl yelled as he worked hard at packing everything he could fit into the packs to be carried across. “He’ll correct it,” he said with utmost confidence.

Zane spared a moment to wish Earl would say things like that when Ty could actually hear him. The confidence he had in his son bordered on blind faith sometimes. Zane wondered suddenly if Ty knew it and that was why he took everything his father said in stride. Be quick about it, his father had said. It implied complete confidence that Ty could make it across, didn’t it? But it was also a fairly common psychological device, Zane knew, impressing onto others your belief of what should—and thus would—happen to achieve an end. He glanced at Earl, hoping that confidence was real and seeing their relationship in a slightly different light.

All their eyes snapped to the rope when the coil suddenly started rolling out far too quickly for Ty’s progress. Deuce stood up on the seat of the ATV, trying to look downriver and find any telltale signs of his brother.

Something had to have snagged him for him to be moving that quickly. The rope was swiftly playing out. It would hit its end far too soon for them to do anything but hope Ty wasn’t crushed by whatever had hit him and he could free himself without assistance.

But they were coming up on three minutes that Ty had been without air.

Zane wasn’t watching anymore. Something was wrong. He jerked into motion around the ATV, skidded over the rocks and mud to get down to the water’s edge, and went splashing in after the rope. He was up to his knees before Earl got him by the arm, hauling him back toward the bank with surprising strength. As Earl pulled him out of the freezing water, Zane glanced over to see Deuce gripping the winch controls until his knuckles turned white, trying to give Ty as much time as he could before pulling him back. They all knew the more attempts he had to make at crossing, the less likely he was to make it at all.

Just as Zane was about to get away from Earl and wade back into the river along the rope, Ty’s head broke the surface of the water, much closer than Zane thought he would be. Deuce shouted as soon as he saw him and pointed.

Ty gasped for air and took a few strong strokes through the water, but he didn’t go anywhere as the current beat him back. He ducked back under the water again, disappearing from view to use the rocks along the river’s bottom to pull himself across.

Zane shook Earl off but didn’t go any deeper; he watched where Ty had been, willing him to surface again, looking back and forth between there and the ATV, checking the rope, oblivious to the water splashing up his thighs and soaking his jeans.

After what seemed an eternity, Zane caught sight of Ty dragging himself out of the frigid water on the far side of the river, and the vise around his chest let loose so he could breathe again. Earl stood there staring at his son for a long moment before turning to get himself out of the cold water. He began taking his soaked shoes and socks off, his eyes on the opposite riverbank the entire time.

Ty clambered out of the water, struggling over slippery rocks, probably frozen already and unable to feel the fingers he was using to scratch his way to dry land. Once he was clear of the steep riverbank, he turned and waved to them like they hadn’t been watching him like hawks the entire time. The rope on his chest was visibly tugging him, obviously still caught on something large. After he was sure he’d gotten their attention, he yanked at the line a few good times until it came loose, almost sending him falling backward as the tension was released.

Deuce sat back down with a relieved thud and closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing at his forehead. Earl finally tore his eyes from the riverbank in order to finish rolling their supplies into dry packs.

“Lucky son of a bitch,” one of the two prisoners muttered grudgingly.

Zane turned to slog back up onto the bank and looked over the four men with him. “Deuce, why don’t you go next? Then there will be two of you over there when we send one of them.” He jerked a thumb at Earflaps and Redjacket.

“Good plan,” Deuce muttered as he began to strip his clothing just as Ty had done. They stuffed his and Ty’s things into one of the waterproof packs with as many supplies as they could, and Deuce slung it over his shoulders as Earl worked the winch.

On the other side of the rushing water, Ty had found a tree to secure the heavy nylon line to. When the winch pulled it tight and it held, Zane could see Ty’s shoulders slump in relief. He felt like slumping himself. But not yet. He watched as Ty picked up a handful of leaves from the ground and began rubbing his bare skin down, trying to dry himself before he got too cold. They needed to hurry.

“Ready to go?” he asked Deuce.

Deuce sighed as he looked at Zane, but his lips quirked into a wry smile as he nodded. “I just wish I could think of something clever to say,” he admitted as he put his hand on the taut line and began to follow it into the water. “Holy shit, it’s cold!” he called out as the water lapped at his bare ankles, but he kept moving anyway.

Zane rolled his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and turned on their prisoners. “Who’s next?” he asked pleasantly. They both sat staring at him as if he was out of his mind. Studying them, Zane thought he might understand why Ty got that look of unholy glee in his eyes sometimes. “Right then. I nominate you.” He pointed at Redjacket. “All in favor?” He raised his hand.

Beside him, Earl raised his hand as well without taking his eyes off Deuce. Earflaps quickly raised both hands, since they were lashed together.

Redjacket snarled at him. “Put your hands down, idiot.”

“The ayes have it.” Zane grabbed Redjacket by the arms and started propelling him toward the water.

Earl watched them distractedly, his attention torn between them and Deuce as he struggled out of the water on the other side. He breathed a sigh of relief as Ty grabbed Deuce by the forearm and yanked him up the slippery bank to safety. He turned to Zane and stepped close enough to speak to him in a low voice. “Don’t you think we should cross with them?”

“Too risky for us,” Zane reasoned as he watched Redjacket inch into the water. Earl looked at him in confusion for a moment and then turned to watch Redjacket’s progress. The man had stopped and dug in just short of the water, and Zane shrugged. In one smooth motion, he pulled his gun and fired a shot that hit and skidded through the wet dirt at Redjacket’s feet, sending him scurrying into the water with a yell.

“You asshole! You’re gonna kill me!” he bawled. But he grabbed the rope, put it to his back to have support against the strength of the rushing water, and started moving deeper into the current.

Across the water, Ty and Deuce had stopped getting dressed and were both shouting unintelligibly at them. Zane glanced at Earl to see if he was making out what they were saying.

“I think they’re asking you not to shoot at them again,” Earl answered, his lips almost twitching into a smile.

Zane smiled and gestured significantly with the weapon when Redjacket looked back at them obstinately. The longer he tarried, the colder he would get. They hadn’t allowed him to remove his clothing, and Zane didn’t care if he caught ill. He raised his gun again threateningly. Across the water, Ty and Deuce both scrambled to take cover behind large trees in case Zane fired again. Earl actually chuckled as he moved to start collecting any leftover equipment he could gather.

Redjacket inched into the rushing water, holding tight to the rope with both hands and looking back at Zane with every other step as he waded through the water. He was about halfway across, being barraged by rushing water and all the small debris that came with it, when he stopped and looked back at Zane furtively. This look was different, and Zane tensed. Redjacket squared his shoulders and stood up straight—as straight as he could in the pounding waves—and he deliberately let go of the rope and ducked under it, letting the current take him. He was risking death at the hands of the river in order to attempt an escape.

“Damn fool,” Earflaps grunted, loud enough that Zane heard.

Zane glanced downriver, seeing how the water crashed against the rocky sides of the ravine indiscriminately, smashing up branches and anything else in its path. “Ty!” he yelled, taking two fast steps down to the water and pointing.

On the other side, Ty and Deuce were both scrambling down the steep embankment, trying to get ahead of the man and snag him before he was swept away beyond rescue. Earl grabbed at Zane again as the current took Redjacket into the middle of the river and buffeted him against the whitecaps being made by the rocks underneath the surface. “Won’t do to kill yourself over him,” Earl said to Zane breathlessly as he held him back. They began running along the bank instead, trying in vain to find something that would stop his progress.

It soon became apparent that Redjacket was no longer swimming to get away. He screamed silently at them as he flailed in the rapids. He was caught in an eddy that swirled with broken sticks and debris, all swamping him as he struggled to free himself from the grasp of the whirlpool.

Ty and Deuce reached the bank where they were nearest him, but they were still too far to reach him and drag him out, and neither man appeared to be willing to swim into the maelstrom the water created just a little further downstream. The only reason Ty hadn’t been swept away was because he’d kept himself close to the bottom, where the water was calmer and there were handholds to pull on. The treasure hunter hadn’t stood a chance trying it like he had.

Zane closed his eyes, letting the roar of the water fill his ears after he saw a large tree limb crash into Redjacket’s back and the man slipped into the roiling flood, carried limply away.

After a few moments of nothing but the overwhelming rush of water, the sound of Ty’s voice finally drifted to them. They couldn’t hear what he was saying even though he was shouting at them and waving, pointing toward the rope and the ATV.

“Let’s go,” Zane said shortly as he opened his eyes and walked back to the ATV where Earflaps was frozen in place, staring at the water.

“Best we send him next,” Earl told Zane sedately with a nod of his head at their lone remaining prisoner. He still had to shout to be heard.

Zane walked over to the man, who eyed him warily. “Just hold onto the rope, and you’ll be fine,” Zane said in something resembling reassurance. And after a moment’s deliberation of the man’s mental state, Zane drew one of his knives and sliced through the rope and tape binding his wrists.

Earflaps blinked down at his hands and then at Zane. “Thanks. I think,” he mumbled as he removed most of his outer clothing and then shuffled into the water.

They watched him make his way precariously across the burgeoning water, gripping the nylon line so tight his knuckles were white by the time he was a yard away from them. Zane slowly removed his own clothes, stuffing them into the bag Earl indicated.

Earl zipped up the last remaining pack and hoisted it. “That’s all we’re gonna be able to take with us,” he told Zane worriedly. Their clothing and shoes had taken up much of the room in the packs, and only the necessary supplies remained.

Zane turned his attention to Earl. “How far off do you think we are?”

Earl sighed and squinted his eyes, shaking his head as if trying to remember a map. “If we’re where I think we are, it’s still a good two, three days’ walk before we see a ranger,” he finally decided. “And that’s only if we’re where I think we are,” he repeated as he looked up at the sky. They hadn’t been able to see the stars at night for some time due to the cloud cover.

“So another couple bags would be a good thing, just in case,” Zane surmised, studying the older man.

Earl was already shaking his head. “Ain’t worth the danger,” he told Zane firmly. He pointed at the wheels of the ATV, which were already sliding dangerously toward the water. “Plus, you and Ty both already been wet for too long,” he added as he pointed at Zane’s soaked jeans. “This water’s coming from the peaks. Go back across another time and you won’t make it before you’re frozen.”

“Let’s get moving then,” Zane said, looking across the water and steeling himself to cross the frigid expanse. “We’ll have to make do without the rest.”

THE five of them sat hunched around a fire they’d all cussed over before getting started. After Zane and Earl had waded across the river with everything they could keep dry, they’d all been shaking so badly it had taken attempts from each of them before Ty had managed to get the matches to work.