The Fall

The FallOn a mountainside things can change in an instant. Then the moment passes and the woods go silentThey'd driven where Uncle Bud had shown them on his tattered maps--west on a long, unmarked logging road deep into the woods, through two unattended paper-company gates, then north on a faint jeep trail, once much used, no longer. They were to look for a particular boulder. And the pickup truck did fine, as her uncle had said it would, even with no four-wheel drive, Timothy confidently pullin...