Winter Sports
I caught an edge as I was about to pivot around a very large tree. I stumbled, righted myself and dug in hard on the back edge of my board, trying to turn. I wasn't really thinking about anything more than not hitting that tree.
The tree near Dead Man's Drop.
Tommy looked almost as scared as when they were trapped in Smuggler's Cave last fall. "All right," he said.
Jake and Lexie high-fived each other.
"But you have to go slow," said Tommy. "And wait for me if I get tired."
"Don't worry, Tommy," said Lexie. "We won't let anything happen to you." She grinned. "Wildcat Run, here we come."
Halfway down the run I knew I was skiing the best I ever had. If I kept pushing, I would easily stay at number one.
Beneath my helmet, I grinned my grin of fear. And as I cut into a steep turn, I saw it. But couldn't believe it.
Wire. Black wire stretched between two trees at waist height. I was flashing toward it at thirty meters per second. Hitting the wire at that speed would slice me in two.
