S. D. Crockett books

One Crow Alone

She fell, tumbling in a long disused runnel. Ivan helped her up, wind whipping the flaps of his coat. “I can’t feel my feet anymore,” she said, teeth chattering. He pulled her close. Shouted above the wind: “There are some trees. It is not far. Look. Under the hill. We will stop in there.” He hel...