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“
Give
me
your
other
hand
.
Now
listen
carefully
.
I
’
m
going
to
pull
you
to
the
side
and
downhill
.
Don
’
t
let
go
of
that
strap
.
We
won
’
t
get
much
more
spill
from
the
top
.
This
slope
has
stabilized
itself
.
All
I
’
m
going
to
aim
for
is
to
keep
your
head
free
of
the
sand
.
Once
that
hole
’
s
filled
,
we
can
dig
you
out
and
pull
up
the
pack
.
”
“
I
understand
,
”
she
said
.
“
Ready
?
”
“
Ready
.
”
She
tensed
her
fingers
on
the
strap
.
With
one
surge
,
Paul
had
her
half
out
of
the
hole
,
holding
her
head
up
as
the
foam
barrier
gave
way
and
sand
spilled
down
.
When
it
had
subsided
,
Jessica
remained
buried
to
the
waist
,
her
left
arm
and
shoulder
still
under
the
sand
,
her
chin
protected
on
a
fold
of
Paul
’
s
robe
.
Her
shoulder
ached
from
the
strain
put
on
it
.
“
I
still
have
the
strap
,
”
she
said
.
Slowly
,
Paul
worked
his
hand
into
the
sand
beside
her
,
found
the
strap
.
“
Together
,
”
he
said
.
“
Steady
pressure
.
We
mustn
’
t
break
it
.
”
More
sand
spilled
down
as
they
worked
the
pack
up
.
When
the
strap
cleared
the
surface
,
Paul
stopped
,
freed
his
mother
from
the
sand
.
Together
then
they
pulled
the
pack
downslope
and
out
of
its
trap
.
In
a
few
minutes
they
stood
on
the
floor
of
the
fissure
holding
the
pack
between
them
.
