His uncle watched with curiosity. “You know her?” “Yes. She’s the one I came here with, the one looking for Pate.” Larry reached out and grabbed Mark’s arm as he turned to run. “Don’t set off like a damned fool again.” “There are men right behind her!” “Thank the good Lord for a scoped rifle, then,” Larry said. “We aren’t shooting anybody unless we have to.” “You didn’t have that problem earlier today.” Larry picked up the rifle and leaned forward, burrowing himself into the snow and assuming a sniper’s position on his belly. “Might as well back them off a touch, wouldn’t you say?” Mark looked at him and then up the slope helplessly. He wasn’t going to cover the ground to Lynn uphill faster than those two would do it going downhill, but he didn’t want to start a firefight either.
