In less than thirty yards, the trees thinned as bare rock
broke through the soil. A sign reading "Glassy Mountain
Overlook" pointed to a wider patch ahead. The gray granite
began sloping downward and my artificial leg transferred
every jarring step into a painful stab. I paused to switch
on my camera. Janice had to be somewhere right ahead of me.
"No!" A woman's voice shouted. Then the word grew to a
shrill scream. Abruptly the sound ceased, cutoff like a
plug had been pulled on a radio.
"Nakayla, hurry!" I ran as fast as I could over the
rock. It spread more than fifty yards, curving downward to
the trees below and opening a spectacular view of the valley.
Rain and wind had carved ripples into the exposed stone
making the footing uncertain. I turned sideways, putting my
good leg lower so it bore most of my weight. On the
granite, a splotch of smeared blood shone red in the
sunlight. Then my chest tightened as I saw Janice's body
twisted against a tree at the base of the rock. A sudden
movement to my right caught my eye. A brown blur flashed
beyond the rhododendron and disappeared.
"Sam. Be careful!" Nakayla stood above me.
"It's Janice. She fell." I sidestepped, as the descent
grew steeper.
Nakayla scrambled past me, more agile on the slope. When
I joined her, she was kneeling beside Janice with her
fingers pressed against the carotid artery in the woman's
neck. Blood flowed from a wound somewhere underneath her hair.
"She's still alive but she's taken a nasty crack to the
head," Nakayla said. "I'm afraid to move her. Call 911."
I gave a brief account to the emergency operator, asked
for an ambulance, and requested the rangers at the Sandburg
home be notified. They might have some all-terrain vehicle
that could come up the wide trail.
A moan slipped from Janice's lips and her eyes fluttered.
She looked at us. Pain and confusion mingled in her gaze.
"We're going to get you out of here," Nakayla whispered.
"Wendy." The word was a wisp of breath.
"Don't talk. Help's on the way."
Janice reached up and brushed Nakayla's cheek with her
fingers. "Wendy. It's the verses. Sandburg's verses."
The "s" sounds hissed faintly and died on a gusty breeze.
The injured woman's eyes closed and she spoke no more.