Howell was about to ask Sandow to repeat himself, because he hadn’t heard half of that last, but at that moment he must have walked over a patch of ice, frozen over rock, because he slipped, losing his balance in a place he had walked day and night for years, and tumbled backwards into the snowdrift, foot unnaturally twisted and backside smarting from the rocky ground underneath him. “For fuck’s sake,” he mumbled to himself, continuing with another string of expletives under his breath – to curse himself for his own stupidity.
He dragged himself up again with great effort and a grimace. He didn’t look down at his ankle-covered boot, half-buried in snow again. If he didn’t look, he could pretend it wasn’t broken. That was fine. They were so close to the caves now.
He dragged himself up again with great effort and a grimace. He didn’t look down at his ankle-covered boot, half-buried in snow again. If he didn’t look, he could pretend it wasn’t broken. That was fine. They were so close to the caves now.
