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“That’s what the radio guy was talking about We have to beat that, Peter”
He looked frolasses sat crookedly on his nose, and she realized they no longer fit because his face had lost solasses slide farther down He rubbed his red-rimmed eyes “This is bullshit”
“I know I’m scared, too”
She called up the dogs and they lined out She walked to the head of the gangline and started breaking trail for the team The wind died down, and for a while it was just the thick, heavy snow falling and the jagged rent of the approaching storain as they approached a section where the trees thinned She could see the stor it full-on now It crept across the sky, dark enough that it covered the whole section of sky in front of thees of the ed on its course fro storm clouds
They came out of the trees head-on into a wind that al past her ears, keening and slicing, stinging her eyes She swore that she would never again go outside without a pair of goggles in her pocket The darkness was falling fast, and she could barely see three feet in front of her through the snow and lapsing light, but there was a large open area — another lake? — in front of theainst their backs instead of their faces, and she saw the snow in front of her being driven far past her feet and then down, straight down, a good ten feet …
Hannah yelled and wind back onto Nook’s head The darkness of the storm ebbed, and for a reenish wash of sunlight
They were at the lip of a pit Down and down it went, cascading in layered tiers ten feet apart to a wide-bottomed pit ten ti to the left to run parallel with the edge and had almost fallen into the pit
Hannah grabbed Nook’s collar, even though the husky had not moved The wind shifted, and like a ain She brought her scarf up over her nose and turned, leading Nook carefully away fro the side
Once she had relocated the trail, she struggled back to where Peter lay huddled under the e and ripping it andit sound like a broken wind chime
“What’s wrong?” he shouted over the howling of the stor up on the front of the blanket, sliding off in clumps each time he moved
It was no longer a storm, she realized It was a blizzard
“There’s a pit or so,” she shouted back
He sat up straighter and looked to his right into the dark-grey air where the snow disappeared froht
“The quarry?”
“I don’t know, e”