To Run With the Swift by Gerald N. Lund
We stopped a few feet inside the mine to let our eyes adjust to the darkened tunnel.Cody started to push his way past Dad, but Dad’s arm shot out and held him back. “Jean-Henri,” he cried. “Look!” He was pointing forward, directing his light at the floor. I moved up to see better. Suddenly the chills were back, only this time they were hitting every […]