From there she peered out and prayed for Colin. Bullets ricocheted off the ice walls from two weapons. Colin had grabbed his own gun, and the two fought each other in a deadly battle. A massive block of ice crashed down, shattering in an explosive display. Fragments hit dangerously close to where Colin wrestled with Buck for the upper hand. A truck-sized chunk of ice slid across the ground like a bull charging toward her. Jewel pressed against the frozen wall—deeper, harder—turned her face away. Cold seeped through her bones. Sharp edges pinched into her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut. There was nowhere else to go. She waited for the impact, though it all happened in a millisecond. The deadly ice slammed against the boulder and broke into smaller pieces that slid to a stop near her feet. Releasing her pent-up breath, she prayed harder. Cried out to God. If the gun continued firing and more bullets ricocheted, the whole cave might come crashing down on them.
