The source of strength to push through the snow and her fatigue was a mystery. It was almost as if she was floating. Each stride took her to her uncertain salvation. She looked up again to see the man was no longer there. The voices of her pursuers behind her were incoherent as she could only hear her brother's heart beating against her chest. Once she was out of the woods and in the clearing she paused and looked up at her destination on the hill. During all her travels she had become accustomed to the mountains so climbing would not be an issue. The only issue that could arise would be because of her broken arm and Abel in her other. If he could ride on her back, climbing could be practicable. Unfortunately, now the mob had guns so it would not be logical to let him hold onto her back. Instead, he could hold on to her front so that it would be her back that would be exposed. That would not be all bad since the incident with the wolves gave her a lot of distance from them