Bridge to Trouble: Chapter IX

“I’d rather overestimate our friends back there than underestimate them. At the very least, they’re armed, and we’re not.”

Bridge to Trouble is a romantic-suspense novella set in 1920s Montana.

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                                                  And when they were up they were up,
                                             And when they were down they were down,
                                                 And when they were only halfway up
                                                      They were neither up nor down.
                                                  - The Grand Old Duke of York -

On our right hand, a misty white ribbon of waterfall plunged down the face of a nearly vertical gray cliff. We stood on a grassy knoll at perhaps the halfway point of the falls, looking down into the gorge where the water foamed and roiled and raced away southward as a narrow rocky stream.

“There’s a way to get down into it right along here,” I said, pointing downward. “I climbed down it with my father two or three times when I was a little girl. Then all we have to do is follow the gorge.”