And as we get to the road he’s outta sight again, still up the river–
But only for a second–
Cuz there he is–
The current bringing him fast–
Coming down the river–
In full view–
Looking right at us.
The roar of the falls is loud enough to eat you, but I still hear it.
I’d hear it if I was on the other side of the planet.
“TODD HEWITT!”
And he’s reaching for his rifle.
“Go!” I shout.
Viola’s feet hit the ground running and I’m right behind her, heading for the lip of the road that goes down to the zigzags.
It’s fifteen steps, maybe twenty till we can disappear over the edge–
We run like we’ve spent the last two weeks resting–
Pound pound pound against the road–
I check back over my shoulder–
To see Aaron try to take the rifle in one hand–
Try to balance it while keeping the boat steady–
It’s bouncing in the rapids, knocking him back and forth–
“He won’t be able to,” I yell to Viola. “He can’t row and fire at the same–”
CRACK!
A pop of mud flies up outta the road next to Viola’s feet ahead of me–
I cry out and Viola cries out and we both instinctively flinch down–
Running faster and faster–
Pound pound pound–
Run run run run run my Noise chugs like a rocket–
Not looking back–
Five steps–
Run run–
Three–
CRACK!
And Viola falls–
“NO!” I shout–
And she’s falling over the lip of the road, tripping down the other side and crashing down in a roll–
“NO!” I shout again and leap after her–
Stumbling down the steep incline–
Pounding down to where she’s rolling–
No–
Not this–
Not now–
Not when we’re–
Please no–
And she tumbles to some low shrubs at the side of the road and keeps going into them–
And stops face down.
And I’m racing towards her and I’m barely in control of my own standing up and I’m kneeling down already in the brush and I’m grabbing her and rolling her over and I’m looking for the blood and the shot and I’m saying, “No no no no no–”
And I’m almost blinded by rage and despair and the false promise of hope and no no no–
And she opens her eyes–
She’s opening her eyes and she’s grabbing me and she’s saying, “I’m not hit, I’m not hit.”
“Yer not?” I say, shaking her a little. “Yer sure?”
“I just fell,” she says. “I swear I felt the bullet fly right by my eyes and I fell. I’m not hurt.”
And I’m breathing heavy and heavy and heavy.
“Thank God,” I say. “Thank God.”
And the world spins and my Noise whirls.
And she’s already getting to her feet and I’m up after her standing in the scrub and looking at the road around and below us.
The falls are crashing over the cliff to our left and the twisting road is both behind us and in front of us as it starts doubling back on itself and making the steep zipper down to the bottom of the falls.
It’s a clear shot all the way.
No trees, just low scrub.
“He’ll pick us off,” Viola says, looking back up to the top of the road, to where we can’t see Aaron no doubt making his way to the river’s edge, stomping thru roaring water, walking on it for all I know.
“TODD HEWITT!” we hear again, faint over the roar of the water but loud as the whole entire universe.
“There’s nowhere to hide,” Viola says, looking around us and down. “Not till we get to the bottom.”
I’m looking round, too. The hillsides are too steep, the road too open, the areas between the road’s double-backs too shallow with shrubs.
Nowhere to hide.
“TODD HEWITT!”
Viola points up. “We could get up to those trees on top of the hill.”
But it’s so steep, I can already hear the hope failing in her voice.
And I spin round, looking still–
And then I see.
A little faint trail, skinny as anything, hardly even there, leading away from the first turn of the road and towards the falls. It disappears after a few metres but I follow it to where it might have gone.
Right to the cliffside.
Right down sharp to a place almost below the falls.
Right to a ledge that’s almost hidden.
A ledge underneath the waterfall itself.
I take a few steps outta the scrub and back onto the road. The little trail disappears.
So does the ledge.
“What is it?” Viola asks.
I go back into the scrub again.
“There,” I say, pointing. “Can you see it?”
She squints where I’m pointing. The fall is casting a little shadow on the ledge, darkening where the little trail ends.
“You can see it from here,” I say, “but you can’t see it from the road.” I look at her. “We’ll hide.”
“He’ll hear you,” she says. “He’ll come after us.”
“Not over this roar, not if I don’t shout in my Noise.”
Her forehead creases and she looks down at the road to Haven and up to where Aaron’s gotta be coming any second.
“We’re so close,” she says.
I take her arm and start pulling on it. “Come on. Just till he passes. Just till dark. With luck he’ll think we doubled back into the trees above.”
“If he finds us, we’re trapped.”
“And if we run for the city, he shoots us.” I look in her eyes. “It’s a chance. It gives us a chance.”
“Todd–”
“Come with me,” I say, looking right into her as hard as I can, pouring out as much hope as I can muster. Oh never leave me. “I promise I’ll get you to Haven tonight.” I squeeze her arm. Oh don’t deceive me. “I promise you.”
She looks right back at me, listening to it all, and then gives a single, sharp nod and we run to the little trail and down to where it ends and jump over the scrub to where it should continue and–
“TODD HEWITT!”
He’s almost to the falls–
And we scrabble down a steep embankment next to the edge of the water, the steepness of the hill rearing above us–